POEM FOR A SUNDAY

Mary Oliver’s divine whisper  ~ it is no small gift.

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Today
by Mary Oliver

Today I’m flying low and I’m
not saying a word.
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.

The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.

But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.

Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.

… from A Thousand Mornings. © The Penguin Press, 2012.

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Toni 4/27/14