Thursday, June 21, 2012

When I Am Among the Trees, by Mary Oliver

Dedicated to my tree and nature loving family.

WHEN I AM AMONG THE TREES

When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
    but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, "Stay awhile."
The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, "It's simple," they say,
"and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine." 

--Mary Oliver 

1 comment:

  1. Such a beautiful poem. "I am so distant from the hope of myself"......

    Yikes, that hits home, as does:

    "...never hurry through the world
    but walk slowly, and bow often."

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