Evening Poetry, April 19

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Out of the Mist

by Lahab Assef Al-Jundi

Out of the mist of a million probable worlds,

Out of the dizziness of a long dream,


Like a bee that found its nectar in a field of stones,

Or a poet who heard his heart’s music amid cries of war,


The precision was that of divine intervention,

Art born of deeper beauty,


And just like birds find home after a long winter,

And a smile finds its way to a melancholy face,


I found you.

You can find this poem in Healing the Divide: Poems of Kindness and Connection.

Evening Poetry, April 18

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Messenger

by Mary Oliver

My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird – 
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.

Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,

which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all ingredients are here,

Which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.

You can find this poem in Thirst.

Evening Poetry, April 17

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When Giving is All We Have

by Alberto Ríos

One river gives
Its journey to the next.

We give because someone gave to us. 
We give because nobody gave to us.

We give because giving has changed us.
We give because giving could have changed us.

We have been better for it,
We have been wounded by it –

Giving has many faces: It is loud and quiet,
Big, though small, diamond in wood-nails.

Its story is old, the plot worn and the pages too,
But we read this book, anyway, over and again:

Giving is, first and every time, hand to hand,
Mine to yours, yours to mine.

You gave me blue and I gave you yellow.
Together we are simple green. You gave me

What you did not have, and I gave you
What I had to give – together, we made

Something greater from the difference.

You can find this poem in A Small Story About the Sky.