Wordless Wednesday – Green Stuff (with some white stuff still hanging around)



Happy International Poetry Day

WILD GEESE by 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.

One of my favorites by Mary Oliver for you, in honor of International Poetry Day.



Child’s Play

Our childhood monsters
call to us
from dreams
and memories found
in farthest corner
of the mind
They have grown strong
and cunning over time

While we thought we were
ignoring them,
them, instead
we were letting
them grow
in the dark

Now they are almost
Their power
over us
is subtle
but oh-so strong