God didn’t cancel spring.
The sun remembers how to shine. Social
connecting is happening in new ways. Branches
and dirt hold the promise of buds. Observe the Sabbath with a walk, sing a
song.
I
Worried
by Mary Oliver
by Mary Oliver
I worried a lot. Will
the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?
Was
I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?
can I do better?
Will
I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.
Is
my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?
Finally
I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang.
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