Saturday, April 14, 2007

"You Do Not Have To Be Good..."

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 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.

Mary Oliver, ~ New and Selected Poems

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Cecilia said...

Oh, I love this poem so.

Pax, C.

swandive said...

so good to get the reminder to come back and visit. love the poem, blessings upon you.