Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Currie's Gratitude 8 October 2014

The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?  ~ Mary Oliver

There are times when the words don’t come from me. Actually, that’s probably the way it works most times. Mary Oliver’s words, generally, have this effect on me. Tell me, what else should I have done? This is a question I feel, far too often, like asking…

I love you, Currie


Carol said...

Me thinks it is a question most often asked by us Humans. Not one that necessarily has an answer or at least a clear cut one. Just one we ponder on much of our lives. Sending you love and the strength of acceptance.

Rita said...

I love this! A testament to the joy of life itself. Something we should all cherish and nurture...and hang on to dearly with our fingernails and a smile. :)