I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?
Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?
Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.
Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?
Finally, I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang.
"I worried."
LOVE it!!!!
ReplyDeleteThat's great, so glad :) Thanks Ginny!
DeleteI do love her poems. She so often speaks to and for me.
ReplyDeleteMe too Sue, me too :)
DeleteLove that poem and it's good to go outside and sing on the top of you lungs if no neighbours.
ReplyDeleteI wish :) we are way too close to our neighbors, I wouldn't want to put them through that ;) Now, put me on a mountain top and no holds barred, lol!
DeleteAmen!!! I used to worry over everything...and find that it was all for naught. This is written to remind us to go out and sing praises to be alive. Amen.
ReplyDeleteIndeed Anni :) I need to keep telling this to myself every day. It's affirming!
DeleteWhat a wonderful poem. I used to worry all the time and still do sometimes but mostly I've learned to let it go
ReplyDeleteSo happy you enjoyed it Ann and yes, very important to let things go :)
DeleteSo very true!
ReplyDeleteTotally agree Angie :)
DeleteLove the poem and photo. Worrying is a waste of time. Take care, enjoy your day!
ReplyDeleteIt certainly is, takes the joy out of today :) Thanks Eileen, I wish you the same.
Deleteits perfect and I wish I could do this, just walk out and stop the worry, I just got home from walking Beau and i can tell you i spent the entire time fretting over my eye sight and other things that are failing. I looke 3 blocks down the street and saw a big dog. it turned out to be a fireplug. I thought oh wow, my sight is getting worse. my legs don't want to walk, my toe is killing me, wonder what that is, is it rheumatoid? I laughed when I read the poem because I just spent 30 mintues doing all of the above
ReplyDeleteOh boy, that's a lot of worrying. As we get older we seem to worry even more but then I think about that, and I have always been a worrier. This poem makes a lot of sense and I am going to read it a lot ;)
DeleteWhimsical!
ReplyDeleteYes and yet powerful :)
DeleteOh Denise, I really liked this poem. I have another blog friend who often posts Mary Oliver verses. And the photo you used went perfectly with it. Thank you for reminding me not to worry about such things. Have a blessed week.
ReplyDelete~Sheri
That's great Sheri, and I would like to read your blog friend's Mary Oliver verses. I have three of her books now and I love her poetry. You are very welcome, easier said than done I know. You have a blessed week also :)
DeleteA wise woman, Ms. Oliver was. We should all adhere to her plan.
ReplyDeleteShe was indeed Jeanie and yes we should :)
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ReplyDeleteThank you Sandi :)
DeleteA good combination.
ReplyDeleteThank you William :)
DeleteA lovely happy reminder from the one and only Mary Oliver! Also the pretty sunshine piece is so sweet.
ReplyDeleteHappy you enjoyed! Mary Oliver was a great poet. Many treasured poems she left us, a wonderful legacy :)
DeleteThis is good for a worrier like me
ReplyDeleteLiterally know how you feel Christine :)
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