Finding Solace in Poetry

Evening Rain in the Salt Marsh

 

 

A tarnished sky

Turns to silver rain

In the dusky light

Of the evening salt marsh.

 

Yield an open palm,

Rinse your heart,

Know its startling purity

As do the blackbirds

Rising in the soft shower

To sing their sacred wisdom,

Of a faith in God

Where others cannot.

 

Effortless wind through the rushes,

As night seeks the salt marsh,

The perfect rain at rest.

Star of Venus rising,

Half-moon waning,

Black feathers flutter

And fall to sleep.

 

Rain,

Stars,

Sun.

Find the Salt Marsh,

Know it’s life’s breath

Of reassuring purity

And minimal clarity,

In the hymn of a blackbird

Or the exultation of a mullet

Jumping at the sky. 

This poem by an anonymous AR member and supporter shows how we can find comfort in nature and poetry during these difficult times.