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  • Writer's pictureJoanna Beth Seere, Spiritual Healing

The House Of Belonging

Dear Spirit to Spirit friend,

This beautiful poem by David Whyte was posted on a friend's Facebook feed. It feels poignant in speaking of this journey of life that we all are taking.

May it touch your heart and soul.


I awoke

this morning

in the gold light

turning this way

and that

thinking for

a moment

it was one


like any other.


the veil had gone

from my

darkened heart


I thought

it must have been the quiet


that filled my room,

it must have been

the first

easy rhythm

with which I breathed

myself to sleep,

it must have been

the prayer I said

speaking to the otherness

of the night.


I thought

this is the good day

you could

meet your love,

this is the gray day

someone close

to you could die.

This is the day

you realize

how easily the thread

is broken

between this world

and the next

and I found myself

sitting up

in the quiet pathway

of light,

the tawny close

grained cedar

burning round

me like fire

and all the angels

of this housely

heaven ascending

through the first

roof of light

the sun had made.

This is the bright home

in which I live,

this is where

I ask

my friends

to come,

this is where I want

to love all the things

it has taken me so long

to learn to love.

This is the temple

of my adult aloneness

and I belong

to that aloneness

as I belong to my life.

There is no house

like the house of belonging.

In Gratitude & Love, Joanna


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