Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Go Easy, Be Filled with Light, and Shine

Some weekends when Frick and Frack are with their dad, a loneliness settles over the house.  The little dog and I load up and head to the woods.  The solace of the trees soothes me.  This poem captures how I feel when I find the company in the woods.

When I Am Among the Tree

by Mary Oliver

When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
     but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, "Stay awhile."
The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, "It's simple," they say,
"and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine."



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