I have written before about my love of poems. The ability to convey so much with so few words is an art form I admire very much. I wanted to pay homage to the gorgeous poetry that has touched my life these past few years.

I have printed versions that I keep tucked in my journal, and old-fashioned paper calendar. I continue to resist the electronic version of marking my days, preferring to hand write all the things that are happening in my life.

When I hold the words contained in these poems in my hands, it often brings a smile, or tear, to my face.

Some of my favorites include Rumi,  David Whyte, Naomi Shihab Nye, John O’Donohue and Nanna Aida Svendsen.

Recently, I came across this lovely by Omid Safi who writes for On Being. You can find the original posting here.  If you haven’t discovered the amazing interviews by Krista Tippet yet, well, I can only say that you are missing out on a magical slice of life.

As soon as I read this, I knew I had to share it. I read, and re-read the lines, letting the meaning of each one sink in. He captures the essence of loss and the healing journey in such a beautiful way.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

 

Other Worlds Await You

Wipe your tears
child
It’s not the end of the world.

It’s the end of a world.

Beyond this world,
many worlds there are

It’s not the end of the world.
It’s the end of the world
you’ve known.

Other worlds await you.

Worlds you’ll inhabit
Worlds you’ll create.

Mourn now,
my child.
Mourn this world
coming to an end.

Grieve the dreams
That will never come to be

Wipe your tears,
child
And dream again.

There are more worlds to come.

After every apocalypse
You will rise again,
my child.

One world ends,
Another begins.

The Jesus of your soul
Now on the cross
Buried under
Will rise again

After this year of sadness
There’ll be an ascension

The joy tomorrow
Is already inside
The grief today

Inna ma’a ‘l-usri yusra
Fa inna ma’a ‘l-usri yusra.

It’s not the end of the world
Many worlds there are
Other worlds
Await
Worlds that you’ll make
With your hands

Dreams of seeds
Watered with the now tears.

Omid Safi

And so, the journey begins dear one. Other worlds await.

Sending love and light,

–db

Who is Dianna Bonny?

Hi, my name is Dianna Bonny. It’s my mission to candidly share my journey with you. For me, it’s all about the healing: to create a radiant healing energy for others who have befallen a similar fate. Together, we can forge beautiful lives of belonging and connection. Thanks for joining me today! I look forward to hearing from you.