This time, being March, I would like to add some of the poetry that gives comfort to me
The first is a piece by Siegfried Sassoon, who writes about the horror he experienced in The Great War.
This piece I think is about a near death experience, and helps me in my blackest moments
“Everyone suddenly burst out singing;
And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom,
Winging wildly across the white
Orchards and dark-green fields; on–on–and out of sight.
Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted;
And beauty came like the setting sun:
My heart was shaken with tears; and horror
Drifted away … O, but Everyone
Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done”.
What is important in this following psalm (for me) is the freedom of the wings to escape, it reminds me there is only one escape and that is one we cannot escape, somehow it gives me strength to carry on
“Oh, that I had wings like a dove!
For then would I fly away, and be at rest;
Lo, then would I wander far away;
I would lodge in the wilderness;
I would hasten to escape
from the raging wind and tempest.”
From Psalm 55
This next piece of prose is from ‘The Prophet’ a masterful book of beautiful words of wisdom. A book everybody should read
Joy and Sorrow chapter VIII
“Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.”
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.
May you find as much joy and comfort in poetry as I do. if you have a poem that gives you strength please share it with us