St. John’s Rabbit

Feb 13, 2020

From St. John of the Cross, 16th c mystical poet, translated by Daniel Ladinsky:

” I was sad one day and went for a walk.
I sat in a field.
A rabbit noticed my condition and
came near.
It often does not take more than that to help at times —
to just be close to creatures who
are so full of knowing,
so full of love
that they don’t
— chat,
they just gaze with
their understanding.”

For reflection in solitude or in the company of others: Read the poem again, slowly, once or twice. What memories, hopes, or imaginings do the poet’s words stir up in you?