A Summer Day by Mary Oliver
Who made the world?
Who made the swan…
and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
The grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down -
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields…
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
I have probably shared this before, but Mary's poems are always worth repeating. I enjoy reading them over and over again, and I hope you will enjoy this one, even if you have read it before.
Thanks for always visiting. It is a source of great enjoyment reading all your comments.
A big thank you to my regular blogging friends who have been following my posts for many years, wow! You have my never-ending appreciation.
My newer blogging friends, you too. You are very much appreciated and it’s lovely getting to know you. I look forward to a long friendship.
Those who come and go I consider a gift.
Look-see-drop-ins are also welcome.
If you have a good heart, everyone is welcome here.
A little too syrupy for some? No apologies, that’s who I am and how I was brought up. My emotional nature is cast in stone.
I had better finish now. I have had many years to hone my typing skills. My fingers aren’t quite as fast as they used to be, but I can still go pretty darned fast and when my brain is working, type as fast as I think. There might be a few misplaced letters here and there. I try to edit thoroughly but you may notice some may slip through. I often find them after I have published a post and go back or even add something more that I forgot about originally. Enough of the blathering! Take good care of yourselves.
And on that note, I wish you all a wonderful Sunday!
And thank you Mary for a really beautiful poem. What a wonder you were/are!
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