A call to be on a road.

Thank you David Whyte, rereading this poem, I am feeling the excitement of the challenge I am setting myself.

2015, I will be on the road, walking, exploring, testing my body limits as I do so.

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
From SANTIAGO in PILGRIM: Poems by David Whyte