SANTIAGO
The
road seen, then not seen, the hillside hiding then revealing the way you should
take,
the
road dropping away from you as if leaving you to walk on thin air, then
catching you, holding you up, 
when you thought you would fall, and the way forward

always in the end the way that you came, the way 
that you followed, the way
that carried you into your future, 
that brought you to this place, no matter
that it sometimes 
took your promise from you, no matter that it always 
had to
break your heart along the way, the sense
of having walked from far inside
yourself out into the revelation, 

to
have risked yourself for something that seemed 
to stand both inside you and
far beyond you, 
that called you back in the end to the only road 
you could follow,
walking as you did, in your 
rags of love and speaking in the voice 
that by
night, became a prayer for safe arrival…

© David Whyte

Thank you Emma Pearson for sharing this one.