In a quiet moment of reading, I came across this poem. It moves me, resonating within me the love and healing I experienced this past weekend.

Enjoy.

To Drink
By Jane Hirshfield

To Drink

I want to gather your darkness
in my hands, to cup it like water
and drink.
I want this in the same way
as I want to touch your cheek –
it is the same –
the way a moth will come
to the bedroom window in late September,
beating and beating its wings against cold glass,
the way a horse will lower
his long head to water, and drink,
and pause to lift his head and look,
and drink again,
taking everything in with the water,
everything.

~Jane Hirshfield ~