Mysteries, Yes
Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous
to be understood.
How grass can be nourishing
in the mouths of the lambs.
How rivers and stones are forever
in alliegance with gravity
while we ourselves dream of rising.
How two hands touch and bonds will
never be broken.
How people come, from the delight or the
scars of damage,
to the comfort of a poem.
Let me keep my distance, always, from those
who think they have the answers.
Let me keep company, always, with those who say
"Look!" and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their heads.
Mary Oliver
from her book Evidence
This is a lovely reminder, thank you.
ReplyDeleteWhat a marvelous poem, especially the final two lines! I love Mary Oliver but I don't think I've ever read this one before -- Thank You!
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome, I live for astonishment every day.
DeleteI am not surprised that is a Mark Oliver poem.
ReplyDelete:) I enjoyed the poem:) Hope you both have a good weekend!
ReplyDeleteMary Oliver never fails to capture it exactly the way it is, and her words are put together in a perfection denied the rest of us.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photo and poem, Val! I also love the background and header on your blog. Have a wonder filled day, and thank you so much for sharing.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Poem!
ReplyDeleteOh yes! That was you that showed pussy toes! I was tickled to know the name. Thank you.
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