“No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the …Light in Dark Times: Meditation 17 – John Donne
Today, Christine shares at the Go Dog Go Cafe John Donne’s No Man is an Island, her choice of a classic poem to inspire us in this crazy, unusual time. In a fit of inspiration looking out the window on a rainy day taking a pause from reading a biography of my beloved Ranier Maria Rilke, I wrote in response the following:
Oh… fly me to this island and drop me.
Home will I find there, if but a swim
Must be taken by those who long to hear
What words my heart has concocted from
The cool breezes and slowly lifted fogs
And snowed tops of mountains that call
Out to me in their settling. Soon they will
Warm and melt and flood inside the lake
That enraptures my temple on this island
Where I beseech thee, swim to me, please
Do so when confident in your strokes
Enough, I will meet you half way and help
Finish your journey. No man is an island
Though on them born eager to be found.