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I Worried

by Mary Oliver

I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?

Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?

Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.

Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?

Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang.

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2008

Sometimes I need

only to stand

wherever I am

to be blessed.

“It Was Early” – Mary Oliver

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Good morning!  I love you and…

POETRY

I can’t imagine life without poetry.  I call them word-songs.  Poems are a way to take a snapshot of Life, to attempt to frame it within words in the hopes of making you feel beyond your everyday feelings.  They are like the markers along the path of pilgrimage, pointing the way, nudging you along.  Poetry, good poetry, helps you grow, transform, evolve.  Can we ever mention “good poetry” without including something from one of the Masters herself, Mary Oliver?  I know I can’t.  Here is one of her most beloved classics.  I hope you enjoy.

May you have a beautiful day!

Love,

Tabitha

WILD GEESE

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 your 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.

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