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
are so perfect
I can hardly believe
their lapping light crowding the black,
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
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
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