February 28, 2012
So when Joseph came to his brothers, they stripped him of his robe, the long robe with sleeves that he wore; and they took him and threw him into a pit. The pit was empty; there was no water in it.
Genesis 37:23-24
I almost forgot about the poem.
I approached the day as if it were any other. I set about my tasks and routines, and nothing seemed amiss. But the next thing I know, I am confronted with desolation.
This pit is empty. There is no water in it. Where is life in this?
Then I remember the poem. This Lent, for my journey to discover unanticipated life in the desert, I have chosen to read a poem each day. My text is River Flow, a collection of work by poet David Whyte. Today’s offering is The Winter of Listening:
what disturbs
and then nourishes
has everything
we need.
The day is empty; there is no water in it. It has everything I need.
River Flow. What an apt title.
copyright © Anne E. Kitch 2012
