Thursday, March 15, 2018

Happening . . .

Mary Oliver

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.


spring fragrances are in the air

birds are chirping
geese are flying
green is peeking
oh happy days

’till next time

*** photo was found using google search, pixaby free images


Kim said...

There are wild geese all over our neighborhood, they are sweet and love the water. I think I will regard them differently after reading your poem...thoughtful, driven, purposeful.

eileeninmd said...

Hello Lynne,

Lovely poem and capture of the geese. The sky is a pretty color too. I have been waking to the birds chirping, spring is in the air. Enjoy your day!

Jeanie said...

Perfection. Mary Oliver knows how to say it -- and so do you!

krishna said...

Beautiful picture.. eagerly waiting for the spring..

Michelle said...

A perfect pairing for today.

Missy George said...

Yes, the world goes on...No Spring in our air...still in the 30's..warmer this weekend then cold again...pretty picture..well said xxoo

Sarah Huizenga said...

I love Mary Oliver. Just bought her new collection of poems -Devotions.

Tanna said...

Beautiful... just beautiful... blessings and hugs ~ tanna