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.
Poem by Mary Oliver from her 2007 collection, Thirst: Poems
REFLECTION:
- 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.