RESCUE
A fire was burning. In another room
Somebody was talking. Sunlight slanted
Across the foot of my bed, and a glass of water
Gleamed where it waited on a chair near my hand.
I was alive and the pain in my head
Was gone. Carefully I tried thinking
Of those I had known. I let them walk
And then run, and then open their mouths the way
It used to cause the throbbing. It didn’t hurt
Anymore. Clearer and clearer I stared
Far into the glass. I was cured.
From now on in my life there would be a place
Like a scene in a paperweight. One figure in the storm
Would be reaching out with my hand for those
Who had died. It would always be still in that scene,
No matter what happened. I could come back to it,
Carefully, any time, to be saved, and go on.
(Poem by William Stafford on p. 344 of FINDING DAYLIGHT AFTER LOSS SHATTERS YOUR WORLD: SEVEN CHOICES, by
Elizabeth Harper Neeld, Ph.D.)
The word MOURNING in Sanskrit means "to remember."
Karma Repair Kit: Items 1-4
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