THE USES OF SORROW
THE USES OF SORROW (In my sleep I dreamed this poem)Someone I loved once gave mea box full of darkness.It took me years to understandthat this, too, was a gift.Poem by Mary Oliver from her 2007 collection, Thirst: PoemsREFLECTION:What "boxes of darkness" do you have that still haunt you?What is something that you previously viewed as dark and negative but now see as a necessary part of your journey?Is there some experience or challenge you are currently experiencing that you can see as a gift? Write about it.