On a search for words this morning after watching more of the footage from Japan. I raced to the poets — their words are guiding stars for me and they can say what I cannot–here is just one that struck me.
As my colleague, Carol Ferris said in her post
The premise that we are all one, that everything touches us, that we are now entering a period where we experience the connectedness of everything, is emerging as reality in our eyes, ears, hearts and minds.
Parabola Magazine Spring 2011: Suffering
THE WORLD IS ON FIRE
by Joshua Boettiger
Stanley Kunitz’s poem “The Layers” is a midrash on suffering.
At the key juncture in the poem, Kunitz writes:
How shall the heart be reconciled
To its feast of losses?
In a rising wind
The manic dust of my friends,
Those who fell along the way,
Bitterly stings my face.
Yet I turn, I turn,
With my will intact to go
Wherever I need to go,
And every stone on the road
Precious to me.
Listen to him read the whole poem: Stanley Kunitz reading his poem “The Layers”