Through the ages, poetry slips in and expresses places hidden inside our hearts. In doing so, new pathways burst forth.
Plato once wrote, “Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history”. And later, Samuel Beckett penned, “Poets are the sense, philosophers the intelligence of humanity”. Poems are found in the sacred writings of virtually all of the major religions of the world. Poetry helps to move humanity forward in rather remarkable ways.
So it is no wonder that when we are dealing with disease like cancer many of us find ourselves reading and even writing poetry.
This morning, we share a very wonderful poem by Wendell Berry which offers a message of hope from a troubled speaker. It is a good way to begin our week.
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in 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 with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Breathe in this poem, let it wash over you, and find your own place of resting in the grace of the world.
Have a good week~!
Note from your Caring Connection Staff: We often post poetry in Mindful Monday because poems do indeed touch private places inside us that can be overwhelming. We invite you to read and to write during your own cancer journey. If you would like some guidance in that experience, go to the drop down Wellness & Support Resource Center. Under the Care for Yourself tab, you will find writing resources.