Saturday, March 14, 2015

Mysteries, Yes


Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous
 to be understood.

How grass can be nourishing in the
 mouths of the lambs.
How rivers and stones are forever
in allegiance with gravity,
while we ourselves dream of rising.

How two hands touch and the bonds
will never be broken.
How people come, from delight or the 
scars of damage,
to the comfort of a poem.

Let me keep my distance, always,
from those
who think they have the answers.

Let me keep company always with those who say
"Look!" and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their heads.
~Mary Oliver 
xo

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