CLEARINGA POEM BY MARTHA POSTLETHWAITE
Do not try to save
the whole world
or do anything grandiose.
in the dense forest
of your life
and wait there
until the song
that is your life
falls into your own cupped hands
and you recognize and greet it.
Only then will you know
how to give yourself to this world
so worthy of rescue.
This post was contributed by Karin Perkins and Sophie Stockum.