Waiting: Poem by John Burroughs
Stress month at Renascent has seen not only high levels of personal stress with all our staff ironically, but also is the month in which I am speaking at 3 different events on stress management! Every stress scenario seems to come down to not being able to fully present in the perfect moment, and time and time again I am brought back to this beautiful poem that reminds me:
What can there be to stress about when one can fully submit to destiny? This poem nurtures my deepest longings. I hope it does that for you too
Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more ‘gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.
I stay my haste, I make delays,
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face.
Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me;
No wind can drive my bark astray,
Nor change the tide of destiny.
What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it hath sown,
And garner up its fruit of tears.
The waters know their own and draw
The brook that springs in yonder height;
So flows the good with equal law
Unto the soul of pure delight.
The stars come nightly to the sky;
The tidal wave unto the sea;
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,
Can keep my own away from me.