March 12, 2011 § 2 Comments
I had a post today but it seems way too silly compared to the daily disasters I am often oblivious to. Today I couldn’t form words to express my grief and heartbreak over the earthquake in Japan and the waves that have covered homes and fields and roads. I’ll let someone more capable take over for me:
I want to write about faith,
about the way the moon rises
over cold snow, night after night,
faithful even as it fades from fullness,
slowly becoming that last curving and impossible
sliver of light before the final darkness.
But I have no faith myself
I refuse it even the smallest entry.
Let this then, my small poem,
like a new moon, slender and barely open,
be the first prayer that opens me to faith.
— David Whyte
from Where Many Rivers Meet
©2007 Many Rivers Press