About Angels and About Trees
Where do angels
fly in the firmament,
and how many can dance
on the head of a pin?
Well, I don't care
about that pin dance,
what I know is that
they rest, sometimes,
in the tops of trees
and you can see them,
or almost see them,
or, anyway, think: what a
wonderful idea.
I have lost as you and
others have possibly lost a
loved one,
and wonder, where are they now?
The trees, anyway, are
miraculous, full of
angels (ideas); even
empty they are a
good place to look, to put
the heart at rest---all those
leaves breathing the air, so
peaceful and diligent, and certainly
ready to be
the resting place of
strange, winged creatures
that we, in the world, have loved.
~~Mary Oliver.
10 comments:
I love this, Val. I've lost so many good friends in the last few years. I'll think of them when I look at the beautiful trees around us.
What a lovely poem.
Beautiful photo:)
OMG! I thought, she’s a poet too. I am almost relieved that it was Mary Oliver and not you. 😀 Great photo accompaniment.
Did Mary Oliver ever string together two words that were not perfect?
This is a lovely poem, Val.
Lovely thoughts for a tough time. I think the angels fly between stars. Linda in Kansas
❤️
Beautiful fitting poem, with photo to match.
LD....I have always thought tree were magical. I will now look for the ones among the leaves.
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