Today we hear from poet, Steve Page.
Steve is an old friend of Proost, having been a contributor to earlier poetry collections. His playful profound poetry flows from him constantly.
This poem seems particularly necessary just now. Turn from the newsfeed and take a moment with Steve.
The Panic and the Pause, by Steve Page
The panic speaks
eloquently and persistently,
telling me that I need a new filter
by which to drink in, to inhale
the good
and like an extreme diver, hold it in
while exploring the dark places.
You see,
the panic we feel on the surface
only serves to take us down,
while it denies us the means of rising again.
But if I can learn to pause,
to take in the good,
the wholesome, the nutritional,
then I can ready myself
to face the dark
and, having done so,
I will find the light again.
Thank you for sharing this, Chris, and a particular thanks to Steve for this wonderful poem! It reminds me of the Lenten idea of fasting… Was that a connection you were hoping to make with this?