Friday, January 28, 2011

Wild. Friday.


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.

-Mary Oliver


May your weekend be completely peaceful, full of love and all things good.
xo
Lacy

4 comments:

Kayla Burns Floyd said...

Beautiful. Super impressed with your poetry acumen. ;) Wikipedia says she's an American best-selling poet. I like it.

Tammie said...

Amen!

Kelley said...

have a wonderful weekend too!!!! may it be filled with lots of love and happiness=)

spindelmaker said...

What a lovely poem. Thanks for sharing!