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.
~"Messenger" by Mary Oliver
I am espoused to Him whom the angels serve. Sun and moon stand in wonder at His beauty. ~from the Rite of Consecration to a Life of Virginity
Friday, July 30, 2010
The Messenger
Today I met a new poet. No, that's not right, Mary Olivier isn't a new poet. She's new to me, but she won't be for long if her other poems ignite, incite and excite me as much as "Messenger" does. After reflecting upon this beauty, I suspect that today I'm going to be quite busy, "mostly standing still and learning to be astonished."
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