This Chapter is closed now
Not one word more
Until we meet some day
and the voices rising
to the window
take wing and fly
Open the old casement
To the lands we have forgotten,
Look to the mountains and ridgeways
And the steep valleys
Quilted by Green
Here as the last words fall away·
The great and silent rivers of life
Are flowing into the oceans,
And on a day like any other
They will carry you again
Abandoned,
On the currents you have fought
To the place
You did not know
You belonged
And just as you came into life
Surprised
You go out again
Lifted,
Cloud-hidden
From one unknown
To another
And fall and turn
And appear again in the mountains
Not remembering
How in the beginning
You refused
To join,
Could not speak of,
Did not even know
You were that deep
Calm
Welling
Almost forgotten
Spring
Of eternal presence
—David Whyte
