Every day
Mindful by Mary Oliver
I see or hear
something
that more or less
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light.
It was what I was born for —
to look, to listen,
to lose myself
inside this soft world —
to instruct myself
over and over
in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant —
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help
but grow wise
with such teachings
as these —
the untrimmable light
of the world,
the ocean’s shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?
4 Comments
Faye
Lovely, both. Hope your week goes well, Monte.
Monte Stevens
Thank you. I feel the image and the poem fit together, forming their own prayer. I also hope you have a great week, my friend!
Earl
I think you matched the photo and poem perfectly, Monte. I like the formatting of the poem as well. It gives it a rhythm and almost a chant-like quality. Thought-provoking.
Monte Stevens
Thanks, Earl. I found the formatting on a website and just brought it over. I enjoy how poetry can be thought provoking. Never knew that in the past.