Thursday, July 4, 2013

Happy Fourth of July

To family and friends, to everyone celebrating, I would like to wish you all A Happy 4th of July.  



A poem today from Mary Oliver

Every year
the lilies
are so perfect
I can hardly believe

their lapping light crowding the black,
mid-summer ponds.
Nobody could count all of them--

the muskrats swimming
can reach out and touch 
only so many, they are that
rife and wild.

But what in this world
is perfect?

I bend closer and see
how this one is clearly lopsided--
and that one wears an orange blight--
and this one is a glossy cheek

half nibbled away--
and that one is a slumped purse
full of its own
unstoppable decay.

Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled--
to cast aside the weight of facts

and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world
I want to believe I am looking

into the white fire of a great mystery.
I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing--
that the light is everything--that it is more than the sum 
of each flawed blossom rising and fading.  And I do.

And shouldn't we all?

A poem from House of Light (1990) by Mary Oliver