Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

W. B. Yeats. 1865 – 1939

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

This poem is in the public domain.

I just came across a reference to this poem in Bruno Bettelheim’s book, The Uses of Enchantment. Maybe more on that book in another post. But the poem just felt so right for the moment we are in. The world around us in tumult. Cataclysm looming around every corner. And yet . . . And yet, it IS spring. The world — and us in it — are created anew. Just look at the trees blossoming. Just look at the daffodils. There is hope my friends, if only we can find within ourselves what is needed to nurture it and hatch its potential. If only we will be strong enough and vulnerable enough to reach out to each other and together do the work of hope and love.