Love After Love
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
I am in this space lately where I am doing a lot of borrowing…a lot of leaning heavily on the faith of others…a lot of climbing up on the shoulders of deeper, wiser ones so that I can crane my head above the crowd and catch even the smallest glimpse of truth.
Have you ever had a time when you felt it was best just to be quiet and still? When you felt in your heart that the best you could do was to watch and listen, not quite sure what was unfolding? Filled with one hundred questions, hoping for even ten half-answers?
In prayer yesterday, these words came to me…I don’t know how to love him. It prompted me to seek this video out and I share it with you here. Mary Magdalene, changed woman, work-in-progress, loyal follower, filled-with-desire, first witness…I wish I knew more about you.