Wednesday, February 3, 2010

When I am among the trees


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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.
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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.
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Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
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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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~ Mary Oliver
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