Let Comfort Come

“Sticks and stones may break our bones.” Bones can heal. Words can too,  and they also cause lasting harm.


Let Comfort Come

Form is the quiet. We read
while form stays still
and waits. The words sing

or speak, clammer on or say
or tell or even sometimes step
aside and hope we wander in.

Everywhere within the form
of letter, word, space, structure
rests the hush around the hurry,

the opening wherein any form —
table, door, the lover’s arm and
tongue, the cat asleep on the sill—

lies the quiet, the shawl around
us all who have to clatter
through. Let it be the nothing of not.

–Jack Ridl

First published in Colorado Review

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8 thoughts on “Let Comfort Come

  1. Jack,

    I love and appreciate your work!

    I wanted to let you know I am leading a yoga nidra class at Bodhi Tree (Washington square) this Sunday from 5:15-6:30. I’d enjoy seeing you again if you can make it.

    Respectfully, Monika Krimendahl


    • Thank YOU, Monica. Knowing your appreciation helps keep this
      scribbler scribbling !
      And I’m so glad you are teaching yoga nidra, something that has
      had a huge impact on my life. Alas, I can’t join you. Sunday
      evening is filled. I’m gonna have to practice after it ends!!

  2. Hi Jack!
    This is embarrassing–I just found out that all your poems are going to “Social” on my email–so I’ve been missing them all this time.
    Now that I know, I am reading your poems again. Oh JOY!
    And this one, the one I just read “Let Comfort Come,” is unspeakably wonderful.
    Let comfort come, especially on a day such as day. Your poem is so necessary. Thank you for what it gives.

    • Thank ye, one who lifts hearts wherever she goes. And ya know what? I am
      writing this as the T word places his horrid hand on the Lincoln Bible. Blasphemy.
      See? You are helping me be here today.
      Love, gratitude for your abiding friendship to Meridith, care

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