Morning
Poem
Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange
sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again
and fasten themselves to the high
branches ---
and the ponds
appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands
of summer lilies.
If it is your
nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft
trails
for hours, your
imagination
alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit
carries within it
the thorn
that is heavier than lead
---
if it's all you can
do
to keep on trudging ---
there is still
somewhere deep within
you
a beast shouting that the
earth
is exactly what it wanted ---
each pond with its blazing
lilies
is a prayer heard and
answered
lavishly,
every morning,
whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.
from Dream Work (1986) by Mary
Oliver
The Beauty of Nature Abounds in our Monastery Yard.
Praise to our Creator for all His Gifts.
© Mary
Oliver
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