Thursday, September 26, 2013

Thursday Poem - Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Mary Oliver, from Dream Work


Barbara Rogers said...

I pause to read Mary Oliver. My life always becomes calmer, richer, for that pause.

Lynn said...

Thank you Cate . . . the right message at the right time. Blessings . . .

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Mary Oliver, always speaks to my heart...

Kameshwari said...

Fabulous photo of moon and geese.

Guy said...

Hi Cate

The poem is one of my favorites.