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Newcomer's poem also evokes the 13th-century Persian mystic poet Rumi, who taught that "the wound is the place where the light enters you." We knew each other's wounds, Loren and I, and we talked about them, honored them. Did I bring you as much light as you brought me, Loren? Will our paths cross? Rumi thought so: "in that field beyound rightdoing and wrongdoing, we will meet again one day."
Cups Full of Light
by Carrie Newcomer
You always arrive bringing light,
Carried in chipped pitchers,
And dented buckets,
That you slosh it out like soapy water
Washing down the mud and debris
Of my most weary and worried days.
Carried in chipped pitchers,
And dented buckets,
That you slosh it out like soapy water
Washing down the mud and debris
Of my most weary and worried days.
Yes, there are some,
Some who will come bringing
boxes of shadows,
Tossed unceremoniously
Into my oblivious arms,
Which can be with time,
And hindsight,
A different kind of gift
I suppose.
Some who will come bringing
boxes of shadows,
Tossed unceremoniously
Into my oblivious arms,
Which can be with time,
And hindsight,
A different kind of gift
I suppose.
But you (my friend)
You always,
Always,
Arrive bringing dawn.
You open the windows,
Repair the screen door,
Without fanfare,
Or agenda,
Pour out and share
Cups full of light,
You let me drink it all down,
Wiping my thirsty soul,
With the back of a grateful hand.
You always,
Always,
Arrive bringing dawn.
You open the windows,
Repair the screen door,
Without fanfare,
Or agenda,
Pour out and share
Cups full of light,
You let me drink it all down,
Wiping my thirsty soul,
With the back of a grateful hand.
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