Sunday Selections


Let me be where I am.
Let this bread, this morning, be their own ceremony.
Let me pass the gilt mirrors without looking.

When the lead mouth of fear clamps onto mine
and blasts her wind of rope and iron filings into me,
let my breath be forgiveness returned for her black sadness.

Let poems be cups of praying
made for holding silence.

– Nura Yingling, “Step Six and Step Seven”

2 thoughts on “Sunday Selections

  1. Love this one! “Let poems be cups of praying, made for holding silence.” I start off my high Lit & Comp class with a poem, and I’m going to read this to my teens tomorrow. And acknowledge that we ALL struggle with fear sometimes!

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