The Uses of Sorrow
(in my sleep I dreamed this poem)Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darknessIt took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
Mary Oliver
Darkness, Our Old Friend
The Uses of Sorrow
(in my sleep I dreamed this poem)Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darknessIt took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
Mary Oliver
Hi lovelly to received your emails Rev Mugo
Is a lovely poem.
We all receive them boxe, one must sit still and be the seating Buddha.
Lots love
J correia
Loving these poems. Keep’em coming! Many thanks. In gassho
Camilla