WHAT IS YOUR SONG? CAN YOU SING IT, EVEN NOW?
Photo by Sarah Hannigan
Do not try to save
the whole world
or do anything grandiose.
Instead, create
a clearing
in the dense forest
of your life
and wait there
patiently,
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 worth of rescue.
-Martha Postlewaite
The birds have started to sing here in the Northland. Have you heard them? They sing their songs no matter what is happening. This is our challenge right now, to sing our songs, whatever they are, however small they may seem, with our whole heart. This matters. If you know what your song is, consider yourself lucky, and sing it. If you don’t know what it is, this poem gently invites you to take the time to find it.
