Thursday, January 12, 2006

Mary Oliver

I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

-from "The Summer Day"

1 comment:

Wenda said...

Thanks for reminding me of one of my favourite poems. I'm looking forward to reading deeper into your authenticity now that my search for Mary Oliver has brought me here.