Wild Geese -- Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
This has been my favorite poem for a long time now.
Tonight I was driving home from a very fun evening and was thinking about how far I've come in the last few months.
I've traveled the spectrum of emotion over and over again and still, I am startled by happiness. Startled by confidence.
Tonight I danced and jumped and dove-in face first. I laughed and I counted the things I'm looking forward to. I won.
Back in January this poem was all that kept me going. I simply have to allow myself to love what I love. I have to let the world turn and imagine better things.
Today I consciously saw progress. I looked in the mirror and smiled. I felt funny again. I saw my personality.
I've dreamt of today; of overcoming sorrow and trials. But today wasn't a dream -- it was finally real.
I have prayed for a day when I would be excited about life again.
And it is here.
"To every thing there is a season; and a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance.
He hath made every thing beautiful in his time..." - Ecclesiastes 3:1,4,11
1 comment:
This happened to me last spring, and it is pretty much THE BEST feeling in the whole entire world :D i'm so happy for you!!
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