Thursday, January 19, 2012


Every day
I see or hear
that more or less
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light.
It was what I was born for--
to look, to listen,
to lose myself
inside this soft world--
to instruct myself
over and over
in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant--
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help
but grow wise
with such teachings
as these--
the untrimmable light
of the world,
the ocean's shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?

-----------Mary Oliver


  1. Kills you with delight --- thats a great way to be, especially if it is something that isn't extraordinary that does so. I like that. Many hugs to you!

  2. prayers that are made out of grass .... very very nice :)

  3. Oh how I love Mary Oliver and that last line: "prayers that are made out of grass." Love, love, love it. Thank you so much!


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