A silence, sudden and deep
between us,
like a bewildering letter
that announces a parting.
Like a ship going down.
A silence, without a glance, without a stir,
full of night and weeping
between us,
as if we ourselves
had bolted the door
to a Garden of Eden.
~Anna Margolin
5 comments:
Oh kid...
What can I tell thee. Life has such woe. But, the other day, a family I have been helping for 7 years on a case, which seemed without hope, after one more step towards justice, said to me, "We love you..."
These little glimpses of light are a salve, a hope. There have been times, I just don't see light ahead, but others have found light in what I have been and done... and I am telling thee... Many of us, have so been enriched by thee. Thee has had such a deeply good effect on so many around thee.
If we could give thee joy as a gift, I know we would send thee such a big package of joy, myself, Richard, Capt., Pam, oh all of us who read thy blog... have worshiped with thee... heard thee sing... we'd max the credit cards to send thee joy...
The joy we give to others is often lost to us... but know it is there.
What can we send thee that is as bright and cheerful as our hopes for thee?
in friendship
lor
(and a big crowd of others)
I'm not sure what schism it is or between whom, but if it's any consolation the poem you happened to post speaks volumes about the way I'm feeling tonight. Haven't been the best in general lately, but well enough...but then tonight suffered yet one more blow in what seems an endless boxing match between myself and who I am perceived to be...and by my sister of all people.
Like I said, not sure what consolation it is...but there is some camaraderie in the similarity of pain.
Friends, this poem is one of many beautiful poems in a book by a nearly forgotten Yiddish poet.I am not feeling that deep grief in this moment, but it speaks to a pain that comes and goes so eloquently that I wanted to share it.
But tonight, I am alright.
Peace to us all in our struggles.
Please don't let your sorrow overwhelm you. I know it's tiring to keep strugling so, but you are valuble and loved and very much wanted. Try to hold that in your heart when the woe starts to wash over you.
May God bless and keep you.
QuakerBear
Amanda - I am just discovering poetry. The deep truths it often speaks to, clearly and concisely, are amazing. As is this poem. Thank you for posting it.
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