I wasn’t planning to be back with a poem today, but this one presented itself to me on Saturday and I couldn’t resist!
Every day I see or I hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light. It is what I was born for-- to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world-- to instruct myself over and over in joy, and acclamation. Nor am I talking about the exceptional, the fearful, the dreadful, the very extravagant-- but of the ordinary, the common, the very drab, the daily presentation. Oh, good scholar, I say to myself, how can you help but grow wise with such teachings as these-- the untrimmable light of the world, the ocean's shine, the prayers that are made out of grass?
I love her focus on the mundane, “the drab.” Her focus on joy and delight.
(As I was typing this, a hummingbird came to the feeder on my window. Delight! Joy! My heart pounded and I froze, not wanting to miss a second.)
Enjoy your Sunday, friends.
It’s important we take joy from the small quick happenings in life. There are move of them than we think!
Yes! Especially when we can take the time to notice how miraculous nature is!
Indeed, made ever so special with your sharing of this Mary Oliver poem. Enjoy your Sunday too!
Thank you, Honoré! I’m so glad you enjoyed the poem 🙂
Every new Mary Oliver poem I read makes me respect her wisdom more. She really saw the world in a beautiful way!
Perfect synchronicity with the hummingbird and the message of this poem. To look, to listen. Oliver reminds us how vital those two practices are. Thanks for sharing!!
The arrival of the hummingbird was amazing! I was getting a little frustrated when I was writing that post because I was stuck on the formatting… but the hummingbird arrived and I snapped right out of it!
You’re so right about Mary Oliver reminding us to look and listen – I can’t wait to read more of her work!
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