“Poetry is a life-cherishing force.
For poems are not words, after all,
but fires for the cold,
ropes let down to the lost,
something as necessary as bread
in the pockets of the hungry.
Yes indeed.” ~Mary Oliver
Our poem which is Infinite
(A love poem for my husband)
Tonight your words draw me back
into the poem in which we are living.
It is a rich and merciful poem
and it spins its warm story around us
drawing our bodies down
into the urgency of our belonging.
How is it that we, neither holy nor wise,
could live in this beautiful poem?
It is the fire we tend with our kindling,
the table we cover with bread,
the altar we make bare for offerings,
the pitcher we empty and fill.
~Ingrid Goff-Maidoff
This week I have been savoring Kim Rosen’s Book, Saved by a Poem. If you love poetry, even if you fear poetry, this is a beautiful invitation to enrich your life through poems. I am tongue-tied, in awe, and cannot recommend her work highly enough.
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Your words draw me back also. I am getting lost in the richness of poetry lately. Can’t wait to read Kim’s book.