A Poem to Warm and Lighten

Today I offer a poem by Naomi Shihab Nye, from her book Words Under The Words. Read slowly and savor — poetry offers a feast of sensory information. May its light and warmth guide you as we move from these short days into the increasing expansiveness of this cold and stark season.

The Song

From somewhere
a calm musical note arrives.
You balance it on your tongue,
a single ripe grape,
till your whole body glistens.
In the space between breaths
you apply it to any wound
and the wound heals.

Soon the night will lengthen,
you will lean into the year
humming like a saw.
You will fill the lamps with kerosene,
knowing somewhere a line breaks,
a city goes black,
people dig for candles in the bottom drawer.
You will be ready. You will use the song like a match.
It will fill your rooms
opening rooms of its own
so you sing, I did not know
my house was this large.