There Will Come Soft Rains (War Time)
by Sara Teasdale
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
You can find this poem in The Four Seasons: Poems.
by John O’ Donohue
May you listen to your longing to be free.
May the frames of your belonging be generous
enough for your dreams.
May you arise each day with a voice of blessing
whispering in your heart.
May you find a harmony between your soul and
May the sanctuary of your soul never become
May you know the eternal longing that lives at the
heart of time.
May there be kindness in your gaze when you look
May you never place walls between the light and
May you allow the wild beauty of the invisible world
to gather you, mind you, and embrace you in
You can find this poem in To Bless the Space Between Us.
by John O’Donohue
To find your head
Loaded with sleep,
Branching my chest.
Feel the streams
Of your breathing
Dream through my heart.
From the new day,
The nape of your neck.
Tender is the weight
Of your sleeping thought
And all the worlds
That will come back
When you raise your head
You can find this poem in Conamara Blues.
(From the first section in the first series entitled Life.)
by Emily Dickinson
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life in aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
You can find this poem in Hope is the Thing With Feathers.
Prayer For This House
by Louis Untermeyer
May nothing evil cross this door,
And may ill-fortune never pry
About these windows; may the roar
and rains go by.
Strengthened by faith, the rafters will
Withstand the battering of the storm.
This hearth, though all the world grow chill
Will keep you warm.
Peace shall walk softly through these rooms,
Touching your lips with holy wine,
Till every casual corner blooms
Into a shrine.
Laughter shall drown the raucous shout
And, though the sheltering walls are thin,
May they be strong to keep hate out
And hold love in.
You can find this in Favorite Poems Old and New.
From The Essential Rumi
When I remember your love,
I weep, and when I hear people
talking of you,
something in my chest,
where nothing much happens now,
moves as in sleep.
You can find this poem in The Essential Rumi.
Awaking in New York
by Maya Angelou
Curtains forcing their will
against the wind,
exchanging dreams with
seraphim. The city
drags itself awake on
subway straps; and
I, an alarm, awake as a
rumor of war,
lie stretching into dawn,
unasked and unheeded.
You can find this poem in The Complete Poetry.
by Paul Zimmer
for Jan Susina
To watch snow sift into woods is to
Feel yourself growing gently toward death,
Yet it is trees that teach us how to live.
In some places a person can exist
For many years without seeing a tree:
That must be the way of anger and despair.
Better to have the constant example
Of their patience and perfection,
To witness the blossoming and decay,
Watch snow resolve itself through branches,
Gathering softly at the nodes and shag.
Better to somehow join them and become
Part of the last stand in the world.
You can find this poem in Poems About Trees.
by Mary Oliver
Don’t even ask how rapidly the hummingbird
lives his life.
You can’t imagine. A thousand flowers a day,
a little sleep, then the same again, then
I adore him.
Yet I adore also the drowse of mountains.
And in the human world, what is time?
In my mind there is Rumi, dancing.
There is Li Po drinking from the winter stream.
There is Hafiz strolling through Shariz, his feet
loving the dust.
You can find this poem in Swan: Poems and Prose Poems.
Hold Fast Your Dreams
by Louise Driscoll
Hold fast your dreams!
Within your heart
Keep one still, secret spot
Where dreams may go,
And sheltered so,
May thrive and grow–
Where doubt and fear are not.
Oh, keep a place apart
Within your heart,
For little dreams to go.
You can find this poem in Favorite Poems Old and New.