When wisdom is required, it is best to turn to the poets. In my opinion, it is the most accessible place to find it, and probably the fastest.
Dear Readers, I share some beautiful soul words and thoughts with you because I love you. And guess that if you are reading this now, perhaps you need them too. Here are some excerpts of wonderful, powerful poetry:
‘What we choose to fight is so tiny! What fights with us is so great! If only we would let ourselves be dominated as things do by some immense storm, we would become strong too, and not need names.’ Rainer Maria Rilke
‘I praise what is truly alive, what longs to be burned to death.
Distance does not make you falter, now, arriving in magic, flying,
and finally, insane for the light, you are the butterfly and you are gone.
And so long as you haven’t experienced this: To die and so to grow,
you are only a troubled guest on the dark earth.’ — Goethe
‘All which, because it was flame and song and granted us
joy, we thought we’d do, be, revisit,
turns out to have been what it was
that once only;
every initiation did not begin
a series, a build-up: the marvelous did happen in our lives,
our stories are not drab with its absence:
but don’t expect now to return for more. Whatever more there will be
will be unique as those were unique. Try to acknowledge the next
song in its body-halo of flames as utterly
present, as now or never. —Denise Levertov
(a jewish prayer)
Praise the world, praise its fullness and its longing, its beauty and its grief.
Praise stone and fire, lilac and river, and the solitary bird at the window.
Praise the moment when the whole bursts through pain
and the moment when the whole bursts forth in joy.
Praise the dying beauty with all your breath and, praising, see the beauty of the world as your own.
The breath of all life will bless, the body will exclaim:
Were our mouths filled with song as the sea and our tongues lapping joy like the waves and our lips singing praises broad as the sky and our eyes like the sun and the moon and our arms open wide as the eagle’s wings and our feet leaping light as the deer’s, it would not be enough to tell the wonder.
It is ours to praise the beauty of the world
even as we discern the torn world
for nothing is whole that is not first rent
and out of the torn we make whole again.
may we live with promise in creation’s lap,
redemption budding in our hands.