Desire Poem by Alice Walker
Desire
My desire
is always the same; wherever Life
deposits me:
I want to stick my toe
& soon my whole body
into the water.
I want to shake out a fat broom
& sweep dried leaves
bruised blossoms
dead insects
& dust.
I want to grow
something.
It seems impossible that desire
can sometimes transform into devotion;
but this has happened.
And that is how I've survived:
how the hole
I carefully tended
in the garden of my heart
grew a heart
to fill it.
Wonderful write, I carefully tended in the garden of my heart grew a heart to fill it.
It seems impossible that desire can sometimes transform into devotion; .............................Yes, it's called wisdom.
This poem is excellent! Why have 23 voters only given it a 6.9 out of ten rating? They should be ashamed.
Thank you for sharing this deep and profound poem.My soul has received the blesssed spiritual cleansing.Through your wise words.
It seems impossible that desire can sometimes transform into devotion; but this has happened. yes it is true, Desire can transform into devotion. thank you for this verse. tony
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12/13/2024 5:06:17 PM # 1.0.0
Beautiful- -beautiful- -beautiful. And wise, So very very very wise about how to go on with life when you have a hole in your heart.