The Book Table on the Path

There’s a convent round the block  from our place and the nuns were kindly leaving books out on a table in the early days of ‘the lockdown’ for people to take.

I did my best to resist them lest they could by some chance pose dangers as virus carriers. Anyway, I looked from a distance and couldn’t resist taking a book of poetry which I put away for weeks before touching it again.

It is a real gem and here’s one of the poems that I found in it today. I hope you enjoy it.

When the heart

When the heart 
is cut or cracked or broken
Do not clutch it
Let the wound lie open

Let the wind
From the good old sea blow in
To bathe the wound with salt
And let it sting

Let a stray dog lick it
Let a bird lean on the hole and sing
A simple song like a tiny bell
And let it ring.

(Michael Leunig)





Author: socialbridge

I am a sociologist and writer from Ireland. I have worked as a social researcher for 30 years and have had a lifelong passion for writing. My main research interests relate to health care and sense of place.

14 thoughts on “The Book Table on the Path”

  1. “Sharing is Caring”…There’s a house in the next town that has put a enclosed stand up and there are food staples for anyone to take (non-perishable)…I have seen books out for the taking in different towns along with items marked free..It’s thoughtful and helps those who can make use of the items…I love the poem as it speaks to us who have been through different forms of tragedy which happens to all of us at some point in our lives….

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