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
astonished.
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
cecilia
Kalanna
Holli
Just Lovely! Happy Valentine’s Day!
This is such a lovely poem…and something for me to remember. Thank you!
How simple and uplifting! Thank you.
i appreciated the reminder this poem gave me that the mundane do have a real purpose in our lives. so often i dream how nice it would be read and write and create and think great thoughts all day long and screw the dishes or cooking. and then there’s “the quickening yeast” that got me… right there.
glad everyone else enjoyed it as well!