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The Lightest Touch

March 26th, 2014

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Good poetry begins with
the lightest touch,
a breeze arriving from nowhere,
a whispered healing arrival
a word in your ear,
a settling into things,
then like a hand in the dark
it arrests your whole body,
steeling you for revelation.

In the silence that follows
a great line
you can feel Lazarus
deep inside
even the laziest, most deathly afraid
part of you,
lift up his hands and walk towards the light.

~ David Whyte

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