Morning sun in our backyard
Morning Poem

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.

-Mary Oliver

Blessed again today with miraculous sunshine, another "prayer heard and answered/lavishly". The cool air further accentuates the dazzling light's bright energy. I hope it gets your "imagination/ alighting everywhere", seeing what is in front of you and revealing what is "deep within you". Blessings.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Fabulous! Absolutely Fabulous (cheers,thanks a lot). It looks like you have a wonderful life(oh no another bad tv/movie cliche). We can't wait to visit. I can tell you are very popular, even if no one comments on your blog. But really,this should tell you that only,old ladies,alone on Christmas Eve, comment on blogs. Love you both so much xox C

Cindy said...

Pat you can really write.Hmmm...
The possibiities this brings up...