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asunrise.jpgThis morning as I sat down with my coffee there was a folded paper on my night stand that had come loose from a pile that I had disturbed yesterday in my rush to find something to write on. I was attracted to a picture at the top of one quadrant so picked it up to find four poems by Mary Oliver. What a delightful way to start the day! I offer one of them as my hope for the kind of day we all might have.

Mindful
by Mary Oliver
Every day
I see or hear
something
that more or less
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light.
It was 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.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant –
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab.
the daily presentations.
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?
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