Her breath became steady
where, years past, the farmer cooled
the big tin amphoræ of milk.
The stone trough was still
filled with water: she watched it
and received its calm.
So it is when we retreat in anger:
we think we burn alone
and there is no balm.
Then water enters, though it makes
~Jane Kenyon from “Portrait of a Figure Near Water”
There is a balm badly needed for souls scorched by their own anger.
Allowing anger to smolder only leaves us awash in ashes. I am witness through my own eyes how my indignation inflames like an “inner arsonist”, leaving behind the shadows that forever cloud my vision. I will not see clearly until I stop feeding the fire.
Time to let the water enter in, to flood and cool the flame, to cleanse, renew and forgive, to restore a calm, silent and serene.
That is the balm badly needed. That is the balm freely given.
I just need to apply it to where it hurts the most.