*I found this poem on my friend's blog:
Nan Yoga - A Long the Path
blogspot.com
My Daughter Asleep
And so to these
unspoken shadows
and this broad night
I make
a quiet
request
to the
great parental
darkness
to hold her
when I cannot,
to comfort her
when I am gone,
to help her learn
to love
the unknown
for itself,
to take it
gladly
like
a lantern
for the way
before her,
to help her see
where ordinary
light will not help her,
where happiness has fled,
where faith
will not reach.
My Daughter Asleep by David Whyte
River Flow, New & Selected Poems, 1984-2007
Third Stanza
Third Stanza
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