Waiting: Poem by John Burroughs

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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.

John Burroughs

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