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.
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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