I was going through a difficult time in my life when I found Robert Bly's poetry collection "The Soul Is Here For Its Own Joy: Sacred Poems From Many Cultures." When my dad was in the hospital with heart issues, grasping for something to believe in, my own faith was shaken. When I read this poem in that book I remember feeling such comfort in knowing Machado had captured exactly how I felt, especially from the lines about the lost child in the fair to the "ordinary man lost in dreams,/ searching constantly for God among the mists." Sometimes it's not necessarily finding a resolution that makes you feel better, but knowing that someone else has felt the same way you do. Words have a way of reminding us we're not - ever - alone. Long live poetry! And thank you to A Poem From Us for a beautiful project.