“…rejoicing, since all ingredients are here”

December 17, 2012 @ 6:51 am | Filed under: ,

My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird—
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.

Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,

which is mostly standing still and learning to be

—from “Messenger” by Mary Oliver





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  1. tanita says:

    This picture of Scott & Kids reminds me of a picture my friend Pille sent – those quiet, reflective moments with Dad.

    Yes, all the ingredients are here, to hunker down and hold close and rejoice in what we have.

  2. marktuan8 says:

    beautiful poem. thank you for sharing

  3. Melissa Wiley says:

    Aw, the pic is set to private, T—can’t see it. Can imagine it, though! 😉

  4. Alice Gunther says:

    Love the poem! Love the photos, especially the first one. So great, so joyful and so real.

    I should commit the poem to memory. It’s perfect.