This morning I would like to offer you this image and these beautiful words, Morning Poem by Mary Oliver.
Take a moment with the image … breath deeply and find yourself in the image. What are your thoughts and feelings as you spend a few moments with this image?
And these words …
Morning Poem by Mary Oliver
Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange
sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again
and fasten themselves to the high branches ---
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands
of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails
for hours, your imagination
alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit
carries within it
the thorn
that is heavier than lead ---
if it's all you can do
to keep on trudging ---
there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted ---
each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered
lavishly,
every morning,
whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.
Is there a phrase, a line, a word, an image in these words that catches your attention?
Be present for a few moments with these words, and with Mary Oliver through her words.
“Every morning the world is created.”
May you find hope in these words.
Kate