Thursday, October 12, 2006

Poetry Thursday - Messenger

My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird —
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.

Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,

which is mostly standing still and learning to be
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all ingredients are here,

which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.

Mary Oliver, Messenger

My own offering for Poetry Thursday is here.


Maya's Granny said...

As usual, lovely. A place I can depend on finding beauty every morning to send me on my way.

Anonymous said...

Beautiful words, I love them too. I always take a moment in my day to visit you. You brighten one's day every single time.

Thank you.

Anonymous said...

I love Mary Oliver! And your photograph is so wet. Alive. Beautiful.