Comfort

Posted on November 3, 2009. Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: , |

My dear friend, Donna, sent me these poems a few months ago.  Their timeless words continue to comfort me and help find some perspective.

The peace of wild things
Wendell Berry

When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Look Down Fair Moon
Walt Whitman

Look down fair moon and
bathe this scene,
Pour softly down night’s
nimbus floods on
faces ghastly,
swollen, purple,
On the dead on their
backs with arms
toss’d wide,
Pour down your unstinted
nimbus sacred moon.

Mind Without Fear
Rabindranath Tagore <http://click.icptrack.com/icp/relay.php?r=48664710&msgid=700185&act=Z39Y&c=327629&admin=0&destination=http%3A%2F%2Fnobelprize.org%2Fnobel_prizes%2Fliterature%2Flaureates%2F1913%2Ftagore-bio.html>

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up
into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening
thought and action˜
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake

From Gitanjali <http://click.icptrack.com/icp/relay.php?r=48664710&msgid=700185&act=Z39Y&c=327629&admin=0&destination=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.calcuttaweb.com%2Ftagore%2Fgitanjali.htm> , <http://click.icptrack.com/icp/relay.php?r=48664710&msgid=700185&act=Z39Y&c=327629&admin=0&destination=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.calcuttaweb.com%2Ftagore%2Fgitanjali.htm>  Verse 35

Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me
Mary Oliver <http://click.icptrack.com/icp/relay.php?r=48664710&msgid=700185&act=Z39Y&c=327629&admin=0&destination=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.poetryfoundation.org%2Farchive%2Fpoet.html%3Fid%3D5130>

Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying

what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again

in a new way
on the earth!
That’s what it said
as it dropped,

smelling of iron,
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches

and the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing

under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,

and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment,
at which moment

my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars

and the soft rain˜
imagine! imagine!
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.

Morning Has Broken

As sung by Cat Stevens

Eleanor Farjeon <http://click.icptrack.com/icp/relay.php?r=48664710&msgid=700185&act=Z39Y&c=327629&admin=0&destination=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.yusufislam.com%2Fsongs-a-z%2F9a6dfc96d687b2903416fea94492253c>

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the world

Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s recreation of the new day

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Beautiful! I especially love the Mary Oliver poem. Will read that next time I go to open mic perhaps. Thanks Peg!


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