Wednesday, May 25, 2016
How can you help but grow wise?
Every day I see or I hear something that more or less kills me with delight,
that leaves me like a needle in a haystack of light.
It is what I was born for – to look, to listen,
to lose myself inside this soft world –
to instruct myself over and over
in joy, and acclamation….
Oh, good scholar, I say to myself, how can you help
but grow wise with such teachings as these:
the untrimmable light of the world,
the ocean’s shine,
the prayers that are made out of grass? …………..Mary Oliver