The Journey
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began,
Though the voices around you kept shouting
Their bad advice --
Though the whole house began to tremble
And you felt the old tug at your ankles.
"Mend my life!" each voice cried
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do.
Though the wind pried with its stiff fingers
At the very foundations
Though their melancholy was terrible.
It was already late enough, and the wild night,
And the road full of fallen branches and stones.
But little by little
As you left their voices behind,
The stars began to burn, through the sheets of clouds,
And there was a new voice
Which you slowly recognized as your own,
That kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper
Into the world,
Determined to do
The only thing you could do
Determined to save
The only life you could save.
Mary Oliver
Sunday, August 7, 2011
The Journey
For everyone who needs a little motivation :)
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Nicole, I think you have my poetry collection. I love The Journey by Mary Oliver. I also think about this one all the time:
ReplyDeleteWild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Peace, darling.