I first heard the poem "Morning Song" from the pulpit of my synagogue, woven into my rabbi's weekly message. The words, spoken in a hush, felt sacred and I distinctly sensed that this was not only about hearing them within a holy sanctuary. I too was struck, to echo Brown's poignant verse, "by what becomes holy"-the comforting routines of life and love, the haunting, unexplained realities. This reached, for me, an emotional space and truth. "One of the mysteries of poetry," Brown observed, "is the very unique and sacred communion which occurs between a reader and a poem that is (happily) completely independent and out of the hands of the poet." "Morning Song" had entered my world, conveying messages that I hope may be of value to the medical students I teach.
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