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DECEMBER 2012

September 27, 2010

WORDS

a poem for today


                 
                   Mindful
 

Every day
I see or hear
something
that more or less
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light.
It was what I was born for -
to look, to listen,
to lose myself
inside this soft world -
to instruct myself
over and over
in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant -
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help
but grow wise
with such teachings
as these -
the untrimmable light
of the world,
the ocean's shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?

Mary Oliver


               happy day!



3 comments:

Luisa said...

I think I need that poem today. Love it.

Deb said...

Beautiful Words~
Thanks for sharing them today!
Deb

Lise said...

That's a good one. I love Mary Oliver, but hadn't come across this one yet.