Morning Poem by 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 trudging--
there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting tha 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.
Tuesday night as I was concerned about a family member I read this poem. Yesterday evening I decided to send it to him although I knew it was a bit preachy. Isn't there a message in it for all of us? Dare to be happy.
Comments
could do without the performance piece, but maybe some people love it.
I totally agree with the performance. I was looking for a picture and added it.