Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Morning Poem

February 2nd holds a very special place in my heart.  Many, many years ago I made a  commitment that shaped and defined my life.  It was a transformative day... shifting my life from a really dark period into light.

In honor of that, I share with you Mary Oliver's "Morning Poem," a favorite.



Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange

sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again

and fasten themselves to the high branches ---
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands

of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails

for hours, your imagination
alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit
carries within it

the thorn
that is heavier than lead ---
if it's all you can do
to keep on trudging ---

there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted ---

each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered
lavishly,
every morning,

whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.


from Dream Work (1986) by Mary Oliver

1 comment:

  1. beautiful poem skylar. I’m blog hopping and visiting all the bead soup participants. Can’t wait to see the big reveals.

    ♥ tejae

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