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Thursday, December 2, 2010

When I Am Among the Trees

                                                                       
 
~by Mary Oliver

When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness,
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
 
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
 
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, "Stay awhile."
The light flows from their branches.
 
And they call again, "It's simple," they say,
"and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine."
 

3 comments :

  1. Wow, Julia. This poem so resonates today. Thank you!

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  2. right now,
    i am
    the weeping willow.
    it seems
    i love
    all you do
    & with you,
    synchronicity reigns.
    xox

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  3. This was so wonderful to read at the end of a very busy 10 hour day at work. I want to find my way to the trees and just "be".

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♥ Julia