Saturday, July 26, 2014

A poem

This is a poem I found called "Messenger"
by one of my all-time favorites, Mary Oliver from her book "Thirst".

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
The phoebe, the delphinium,
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the 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. 

These photos are nothing to do with this poem, well maybe just a little, as I love the frog whom I think is looking out on nature with what I would say is pure joy.  Yes, I am empathizing.  It is something I relate to wholeheartedly.  Gregg took the shot of the sundial, and I think it is such a neat photo.  

My vacation posts will resume in the coming week.