The Uses of Sorrow
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me a
box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
Mary Oliver
from Thirst
The Uses of Sorrow
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me a
box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
Mary Oliver
from Thirst
This helped today, thanks
Wow.
More tears.
Thanks.