Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Thinking of Friday

Friday sitting is back.
Summer was sometimes heavy
without this connection.
I'm so glad we are back at it.

For the group that is gathering, 
a little Mary Oliver to start us off.

Wild Geese

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.

1 comment:

  1. I'm glad Fridays are back on too. It's one of the calmest, loveliest parts of my week. Love that poem.