Saturday, June 23, 2012

Why Is This So Hard To Remember?

When I Am Among the Trees

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."

2 comments:

  1. .... and why is it so difficult to leave a comment here??? - Blogger won't let me through!!
    Third try coming up.
    A beautiful and memorable poem - thank you!

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