Wild Geese
Why? Because I need to hear it.
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 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
2 comments:
Oh my. Oh my, oh my, oh my. This was precisely what my soul needed today. Thank you so much for being a conduit of grace.
Snowy egret--thank you, so much, for telling me. I posted this, to heal myself; it's wonderful to know that even in that place, I can give grace to someone else.
All blessings upon you.
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