This morning I had the pleasure of roaming through a few poems that were good, but not right for this particular morning. Just a feeling.
Until I happened on this one which forever calls to me and you may already know it, too:
” W I L D G E E S E
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
What will the sun offer us today, when it rises above the
horizon? Can I stir this warm soft animal of my body to
really love what it loves?
The poet in each of us is calling, not waiting for the weekend.
Today might be just the right one for feeling totally at home
in our bodies, and let the imagination soar.
always with love,