A Comfort

I have always felt a tenderness in this poem. When I’ve lost my way, or when I’ve been humbled by the vastness of existence — made aware of my great insignificance — this poem helps me to feel connected again. Less lonely.

People Like Us

There are more like us. All over the world
There are confused people, who can’t remember
The name of their dog when they wake up, and
     people
Who love God but can’t remember where

He was when they went to sleep. It’s
All right. The worlds cleanses itself this way.
A wrong number occurs to you in the middle
Of the night, you dial it, it rings just in time

To save the house. And the second-story man
Gets the wrong address, where the insomniac lives,
And he’s lonely, and they talk, and the thief
Goes back to college. Even in graduate school,

You can wander into the wrong classroom,
And hear great poems lovingly spoken
By the wrong professor. And you find your soul,
And greatness has a defender, and even in death
     you’re safe.

–Robert Bly

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One Comment on “A Comfort”

  1. nick Says:

    This is a comfort and a keeper 🙂