On the edge: living/dying, darkness/light

A great essay below by Parker Palmer, about living/dying, darkness/light. Within the essay is an extraordinary poem by Carrie Newcomer:

“The Point of Arrival”
by Carrie Newcomer

At first it felt like a bitter pill,
A rubber band stretched until it snapped,
Sitting cross-legged on the floor,
Looking at my empty hands,
Wondering what would become of me,
Now that there is nothing else
But surrender.

First we fold in,
And then we open out.
Acceptance is a kind of ending
And yet, it is the point of arrival.

This is where I lay down
What can no longer be carried.
This is when I see my hands
Which at first felt so empty
Are filled with
Hallelujah.

Click here to read the essay