Finally I sawthat worrying had come to nothing.And gave it up.And took my old bodyand went out into the morningand sang. -Mary Oliver Not only does this poet priestess stop me in my tracks to reconnect and ground in a … Continue reading
“Just a minute, said a voice in the weeds.” So I stood still in the day’s exquisite morning light. – Mary Oliver
Most feathered friends have taken off in flocks heading south by now. I read this poem and thought of them…wish I were in their feathers right about now, weary, tender and happy to be soaring with friends sans regrets to … Continue reading
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too was a gift. – Mary Oliver from Thirst (Beacon Press, 2006)
These crimson drops, a momento of yet another transitional flash in this life cycle, have speckled this verdant swath like the first hearten strokes on canvas. The Maker already knows the final image, but His beloved children wait to see … Continue reading
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