My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird — equal
seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn? Am I no longer young
and still not half-perfect? Let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my
work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be
astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture. Which is
mostly rejoicing, since all ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart and
these body-clothes, a mouth with which to give shouts of joy to the moth and
the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is that we live
forever.”
~Mary Oliver, “The Messenger”
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