“The wound is the place where
the light enters.” Rumi soared
in sharing his suffering and soars still
in us, and we through him,
eight centuries later.
Rilke said let love be two solitudes
that “protect and border
and greet each other.” Balm for some,
desert camp for others, and sacred
work if we so choose.
Maya Angelou truth-bombed us
with “people will never forget
how you made them feel.”
In matters of your heart, who was
and is there with you?
In today’s episode of
modern life’s multifarious spin,
these words—part art, part philosophy,
all wisdom—elevate pain
and bring us strength to relate
from the best in us. Praise be
for poets as teachers
through the ages. Praise be
for these three.
#14 of 30 poems in 30 days for National Poetry Writing Month, April 2017