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Before reading this month’s poem, pause and take a few deep breaths to become present. As you read, savor the words and notice which ones resonate most deeply. |
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By Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer |
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When I forget that the whole world
is holy, even the tiny dark bugs
that slip through window screens
and flock and stick to kitchen lights,
even the charred black remains of forest,
even the river as it floods bright red,
even when my cheeks are tear-stained
and my body tightens with fear,
that is when a kind letter from a stranger
arrives in the mail, or the rabbit will stand
on his back legs to nibble on mint,
or the meadow will blaze with the day’s
last slant of sunlight and my heart opens
so wide that inside the fear rises praise. |
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Reflection Questions
We invite you to use the following prompts for reflection, journaling, or conversation:
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Which words or lines stood out to you as you read the poem? What feelings or images arose?
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What small things remind you of the sacredness of the world around you?
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Pause and notice anything that may be stirring fear within you right now. What happens when you shift your attention to something in your life that is worthy of praise?
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