What with National Poetry Month and Lent and some rough emotional experiences in the past few months, I've had lots of opportunities lately for reflection and growth. Growth is often not much fun, but we have to grow or die, and so I'm grateful. Loss and goodbyes and endings are hard, and I'm one of those people who has to experience every emotion to the fullest - not because I want to, but because that just seems to be the way I'm built. The upside is that I feel happiness very deeply and intensely, just as I do pain.
This poem by Jan Richardson is a beautiful and comforting way to end National Poetry Month and celebrate this Sunday. It's in her book, The Cure for Sorrow, which I bought with my birthday gift certificate, and she also posted it on her blog this week.
It begins like this:
Blessing That Does Not End
From the moment
it first laid eyes
on you,
this blessing loved you.
This blessing
knew you
from the start.
It cannot explain how.
It just knows
that the first time
it sat down beside you,
it entered into a conversation
that had already been going on
forever.
Believe this conversation
has not stopped.
Here's the rest, along with more of Jan's reflections. I think she wrote this poem for me, but I'm happy to let you share it, Reader.
Today, Laura is finishing up the Progressive Poem with her line.
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1 comment:
I haven't read all your posts but have enjoyed each one that I managed to get to, Ruth.This is lovely. I have a couple of friends who will appreciate the words too. Thank you, and Happy May, that downward spiral to the end of the school year!
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