Tuesday, February 01, 2011

Offering to Brigid

Mindful

Every day
I see or I hear
something
that more or less

kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle

in the haystack
of light.
It is 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 presentation,
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

3 comments:

Ambermoggie, a fragrant soul said...

Great to see a new blog post and with a favourite poet, thank you and blessed Imbolc. I've also blogged

Moonroot said...

Lovely. XX

lesley earthfire said...

Beautiful - thankyou