Mysteries, Yes
Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous
to be understood.
How grass can be nourishing in the
mouths of the lambs.
How rivers and stones are forever
in allegiance with gravity
while we ourselves dream of rising.
How two hands touch and the bonds
will never be broken.
How people come, from delight or the
scars of damage,
to the comfort of a poem.
Let me keep my distance, always, from those
who think they have the answers.
Let me keep company always with those who say
"Look!" and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their heads.
–Mary Oliver, Evidence
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One of my favorite poets! I've just finished her newest book, "Our World" and a book of her fine essays.
Lovely. I think, perhaps, we live the mystery too marvelous to understand. On a side note, I find those who claim to have all the answers … usually have little or none.
Oh, but how I love to topple their apple cart with questions, so they must pick up their answers and place them back inside. Many times, they find they are not theirs after all.
Lovely! Mary Oliver is my favourite poet!
How two hands touch and the bonds
will never be broken…
Every word is delightful… What great last three lines as well…
A treat. Thank you.
Such a deep well to drink from, her poetry.
Thanks so much for this. I am at a crossroads, a time of needing to make decisions. It is so helpful to be reminded so beautifully to beware of those with the ANSWERS.
There's one of each of those people inside me.
But that's all I know for tonight.