Sometimes I don't have the right words to share with you, my very dear blog friends. So today, I'm stealing some from one of my favorite poets. I find them very comforting and I hope you do, too.
It must be a wave you want to glide in on,
give your body to it, give your laugh to it,
give, when the gravelly sand takes you,
your tears to the land. To love another is something
like prayer and can't be planned, you just fall
into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.
I think of you like a young tree
with pasted-on leaves and know you'll root
and the real green thing will come.
Let go. Let go.
Oh special person,
this typewriter likes you on the way to them,
but wants to break crystal glasses
when the dark crust is thrown off
and you float all around
like a happened balloon.
-Anne Sexton, excerpt from Admonitions to a Special Person
You can read the whole poem here.
Today this is my poem to you.