Sunday, 16 September 2012

Day 86: Morning Poem



Yes, with a little sun today, it does feel like the world has re-created itself. 


Morning Poem - Mary Oliver

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.



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