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Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Poem: When Death Comes by Mary Oliver

“When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.”

1 comment:

  1. I love St. Ignatius and I love Mary Oliver. Thanks for sharing.