Amid the fear and anxiety of Coronavirus, we have seen some profound kindness and acts of generosity amongst our neighbours and throughout society. These times can reveal the best of us.
This poem by Denise Levertov seems to point towards the insistent life within the smallest acts of generosity.
Don’t say, don’t say there is no water
to solace the dryness at our hearts.
I have seen
the fountain springing out of the rock wall
and you drinking there. And I too
before your eyes
found footholds and climbed
to drink the cool water.
The woman of that place, shading her eyes,
frowned as she watched-but not because
she grudged the water,
only because she was waiting
to see we drank our fill and were
Don’t say, don’t say there is no water.
The fountain is there among it’s scalloped
grey and green stones,
it is still there and always there
with it’s quiet song and strange power
to spring in us,
up and out through the rock.
by Denise Levertov.