{ Mary Oliver: Thirst. }

[delga]

Thirst
by Mary Oliver

Another morning and I wake with thirst
for the goodness I do not have. I walk
out to the pond and all the way God has
given us such beautiful lessons. Oh Lord,
I was never a quick scholar but sulked
and hunched over my books past the hour
and the bell; grant me, in your mercy,
a little more time. Love for the earth
and love for you are having such a long
conversation in my heart. Who knows what
will finally happen or where I will be sent,
yet already I have given a great many things
away, expecting to be told to pack nothing,
except the prayers which, with this thirst,
I am slowly learning.

--

World Poetry Day. The opening lines of this (and much of the rest) have been occupying my grey matter for the past few days.

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[moireach.livejournal.com]

I LOVE THIS. Thank you.

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