By And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
– Raymond Carver
On our journey, we visit so many places, live so many lives.
We each set out to find, that place that lays inside.
All the world plays through us, this electric hectic mind.
Til we become us, find arrival, upon own our arriving tide.
A self, a love, we find there – patient, knowing, kind – it glows
In quiet truth, our eternal heart, our grateful peace-struck mind.
And there, all we are lays open, bare, ungloved,
And there we know, at longest last, that we are, beloved.
