There is so much grief in the world now. It’s our milieu, like air in our lungs or water in the gills of the fish.
Here is a stanza from Jane Kenyon’s poem “Let Evening Come.”
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung
let evening come.
She wrote this poem when she knew she was dying. In honor of Poetry Month, please go to poetryfoundation.org and read the whole poem. It’s worth your while.
Question: Do you have a favorite quote or poem that helps you process grief when it’s too painful to face directly? If so, please share it in a comment below.
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Thanks, Andrew, for the shout out and the vote of confidence!