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Monday, June 11, 2012

sweet confinement



Rain this weekend, and rain predicted off and on for the next few days. An excuse to stay in, confine myself.  And I have a deep need for solitude that has been building for a while.  My eyes are tired. I'm fatigued - by the small actions of certain people. But then also, we've been buoyed by the company of good friends lately.  And that has made all the difference.  

I've come across the poem below in a couple of places lately, and it speaks to me this morning.  The ending reminds me a bit of that wonderful quotation by Howard Thurman:

“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive."


Soothing words, for a Monday, rainy morning.  Permission to write poetry, turn off the computer, to ignore Facebook.  A day to answer the call, the question - what brings you alive?



S W E E T   D A R K N E S S 


When your eyes are tired
the world is tired also.
When your vision has gone
no part of the world can find you.
Time to go into the dark
where the night has eyes
to recognize its own.
There you can be sure
you are not beyond love.
The dark will be your womb
tonight.
The night will give you a horizon
further than you can see.
You must learn one thing.
The world was made to be free in.
Give up all the other worlds
except the one to which you belong.
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.



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