Below is a poem that I discovered recently by Mary Oliver, which I thought I would share. It really struck me as a wonderful piece of wisdom. I have it by my desk in work and it never ceases to give me a little lift when I read it. I hope you enjoy it.
Wild Geese by Mary Oliver
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.
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Kusi!
I'm starting to see some advantages of blogging...this is new territory for me. Anyway, I absolutely LOVE that poem. In fact, I heard it read on the radio here in Columbus by Garrison Keillor a few years ago and then read it for real in his "Good Poems"--a book of collected poems that he's read on the air. My friend here, Teresa, also conincidentally loves that poem and uses it for inspiration. We have more than our fair share of Canadian snow geese here, so that poem often comes to mind.
thanks for sharing it,
Joe
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