Gladness and Praise

“I am one of those who has no trouble imagining the sentient lives of trees, of their leaves in some fashion communicating or of the massy trunks and heavy branches knowing it is I who have come, as I always come, each morning, to walk beneath them, glad to be alive and glad to be there.”― Mary Oliver, Winter Hours: Prose, Prose Poems, and Poems

“I would write praise poems that might serve as comforts, reminders, or even cautions if needed, to wayward minds and unawakened hearts.”― Mary Oliver, Winter Hours: Prose, Prose Poems, and Poems

May gladness and praise be the path you walk.
The well you drink from.
Your journey home.
Wandering and wondering.
Dipping into the immeasurable.
Awakened and found.
Attentive to the beauty.
Held by the light.

“And as with prayer, which is a dipping of oneself toward the light, there is a consequence of attentiveness to the grass itself, and the sky itself, and to the floating bird. I too leave the fret and enclosure of my own life. I too dip myself toward the immeasurable.”― Mary Oliver, Winter Hours: Prose, Prose Poems, and Poems