Friday, April 19, 2013

the world is full of loss

Song ("The world is full of loss . . . ") 
by Muriel Rukeyser 
The world is full of loss; bring, wind, my love,
       my home is where we make our meeting-place,
       and love whatever I shall touch and read
       within that face. 
Lift, wind, my exile from my eyes;
       peace to look, life to listen and confess,
       freedom to find to find to find
       that nakedness.

1 comment:

  1. We had wind so strong here the other day, Sister, I could hardly stand my ground. I do believe it could bring and lift anything in its time or will, especially midst loss. Its symbolism gives me much hope. The winds of change....


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