When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out. “Say awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into this world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”
Beautiful! Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteI want more, more, more of that, poetry!!! I love y'all, that's sooooo cool. Like wow, so much purity and beauty in Mary Oliver's poetry, the way she captures the world's beauty is, ugghhhh... can't fathom
glory to God who has created this wonderful world!!!! Beauty will save the world, indeed it has saved me :)