Cousin Darrell passed along a golden little poem, written by Derek Walcott, a Nobel Laureate from St. Lucia, currently living in Trinidad.
Funny how things just fit so perfectly...
For my bro, and for the rest of you, enjoy~
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror.
And each will smile at the other's welcome
saying sit down. Eat.
You will love again the stranger within yourself.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself,
to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you have ignored,
who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf.
The photographs. The desperate notes.
Peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.