This poem by Wendell Berry helps us breathe into our journey of living into our dying:
We travelers, walking to the sun, can’t see
Ahead, but looking back the very light
That blinded us shows us the way we came,
Along which blessings now appear, risen
As if from sightlessness to sight, and we,
By blessing brightly lit, keep going toward
That blessed light that yet to us is dark.
What poems help you breathe as you draw closer to one who is dying?
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