By Mary Oliver
Today's a hard day for me but instead of succumb to too much sorrow, I intend to spend the day outdoors. I know Mary Oliver would approve and—speaking of—there's a poem I encountered earlier this year, while making my way through Devotions, that stunned me. A new one I'd never read before that I immediately felt in my bones.
Full read in its whole perfect splendor, here.
And it starts with, "Welcome to the silly, comforting poem."
My mother was the blue wisteria,
And towards the end,
and the responsibilities of your life.