A mind that is lively and enquiring, compassionate, curious, angry, full of music, full of feeling, is a mind full of possible poetry. Mary Oliver
Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood
How grass can be nourishing in the mouths of the lambs
How rivers and stones are forever in allegiance with gravity, while we ourselves dream of rising
How two hands touch and the bonds will never be broken
How people come, from delight or the scars of damage, to the comfort of a poem
Let me keep my distance, always, from those who think they have the answers
Let me keep company always with those who say, “Look!”and laugh in astonishment and bow their heads.
May we always be astonished at the mysteries of life. May we open our eyes each day to see the miracle of life surrounding us. May we stand in awe and breathe it all in.