Inspiration: Poems

Poem: “Care,” by Craig Santos Perez

Poem: “Care,” by Craig Santos Perez

My 16-month old daughter wakes from her nap and cries. I pick her up, press her against my chest and rub her back until my palm warms like an old family quilt. “Daddy’s here, daddy’s here,” I whisper. Here is the island of Oʻahu, 8,500 miles from Syria. But what if...

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Poem: “When They Sleep,” by Rolf Jacobsen

Poem: “When They Sleep,” by Rolf Jacobsen

All people are children when they sleep.there's no war in them then.They open their hands and breathein that quiet rhythm heaven has given them.They pucker their lips like small childrenand open their hands halfway,soldiers and statesmen, servants and masters.The...

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Poem: “Things to Think,” by Robert Bly

Poem: “Things to Think,” by Robert Bly

Think in ways you’ve never thought beforeIf the phone rings, think of it as carrying a messageLarger than anything you’ve ever heard,Vaster than a hundred lines of Yeats.Think that someone may bring a bear to your door,Maybe wounded and deranged: or think that a...

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Poem: “Start Close In,” by David Whyte

Poem: “Start Close In,” by David Whyte

Start close in,don't take the second stepor the third,start with the firstthingclose in,the step
you don't want to take.Start withthe groundyou know,the pale groundbeneath your feet,your ownway of startingthe conversation.Start with your ownquestion,give up on...

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Poem: “The Larger Circle,” by Wendell Berry

Poem: “The Larger Circle,” by Wendell Berry

We clasp the hands of those that go before us, And the hands of those who come after us. We enter the little circle of each other's arms And the larger circle of lovers, Whose hands are joined in a dance, And the larger circle of all creatures, Passing in and out of...

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Poem: “Wheat,” by Ishihara Yoshiro

Poem: “Wheat,” by Ishihara Yoshiro

Let a stalk of wheatbe your witnessto every difficult day.Since it was a flamebefore it was a plant,since it was couragebefore it was grain,since it was determinationbefore it was growth,and, above all, since it was prayerbefore it was fruition,it has nothing to point...

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Poem: “The Real Work,” by Wendell Berry

Poem: “The Real Work,” by Wendell Berry

It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go we have come to our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings

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