Yesterday evening during journal club, I shared my experience of struggling to understand some of the poetry I read.
In fact, I wrote this in my journal:
"I am currently reading two poetry books, The Wonder of Small Things: Poems of Peace and Renewal by James Crews and One Last Word by Nikki Grimes. I so wish I understood or had some reaction, but I [often] don't. I love writing poetry, I guess my non-analytical mind can't wrap itself around someone else's poetry. I won't give up though; I'll keep reading and trying to find meaning in it for myself."
After receiving some encouraging words, and kudos for choosing to not give up on reading poetry, I reread the first couple of poems in The Wonder of Small Things this morning.
I was instantly moved by these lines written by Wendell Berry (The Peace of Wild Things):
"I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water
...
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free"
These words remind me of coming into the peace of the Almighty who leads me beside still waters, whose grace is not of this world, but because of His grace I am free.
Thank you M. for sharing how the imagery of poetry sometimes makes you think of Scripture. My non-analytical brain definitely wrapped itself around this words, and there was a reaction.