Nothing Is Lost

Nothing Is Lost

The Practice of Poignancy, my post this week on Memorial Day, continues.  I received the good news that colleagues on the East Coast are returning to work in person in their offices this week, and yet the sponsor of my webinar last weekend with psychology students at Maltepe University in Istanbul, Turkey, says they probably won’t be able to offer in-person trainings again until 2023 or even 2024.

We’ve not all been in the same boat coping with this coronavirus pandemic, not at all. And we’re not in the same boat when it comes to being vaccinated and creating the safety we need to be out and about, sharing space and sharing lives again in proximity.

The poem below, Nothing is Lost by Noel Coward, arrived in my inbox the morning of this writing, from Larry Robinson, psychologist and poet who has been providing a poem a day for his readers for 25 years. (I’ve subscribed for the last 5.)

For me, it expresses the poignancy that threads through all of human experience, including our deepest hopes for kindness and goodness among our fellow human beings.

Nothing Is Lost
by Noel Coward

Deep in our sub-conscious, we are told,
Lie all our memories, lie all the notes
Of all the music we have ever heard
And all the phrases those we love have spoken,
Sorrows and losses time has since consoled.

Family jokes, outmoded anecdotes
Each sentimental souvenir and token
Everything seen, experienced,
Each word addressed to us in infancy,
Before we could even know or understand
The implications of our wonderland.

There they all are,
The legendary lies
The birthday treats,
The sights, the sounds, the tears
Forgotten debris of forgotten years.
Waiting to be recalled, waiting to rise
Before our world dissolves before our eyes.

Waiting for some small, intimate reminder,
A word, a tune, a known familiar sent
An echo from the past when, innocent
We looked upon the present with delight
And doubted not the future would be kinder
And never knew the loneliness of night.

May however emerging from the pandemic is taking shape for you, may the transition be tender and fulfilling.

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