Dear Friends in Christ -
Not long ago, I had dinner with a friend who confided in me her "unChristian" thoughts about a family member who had, well, really been a jerk, to put it mildly. As our conversation went on, my anger smoldered right alongside hers, but somehow along the way, sorrow also crept in. Sorrow about . . . I'm not quite sure. Sorrow that someone was so careless with my friend. Sorrow that meanness exists at all.
Just hours after I got home that night, I stumbled across this poem, which sticks with me, offering some small ray of hope, though in an unexpected way.
May light also find its way into your darkest experiences.
Faithfully,
Janet+
THE USES OF SORROW by Mary Oliver
(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.
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