Thursday, January 12, 2012

'Wild Geese'

I saw this poem on another blog and had to share it...


You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting 
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Mary Oliver

1 comment:

susieq said...

Love this poem. Speaks to me on so many levels. In this season it reminds me to stop waiting, for retirement, for healing, for some other mindless excuse. Just live. Now.

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