Updated: Jul 25, 2019
EVERY DAY I see or hear something that more or less
kills me with delight,
that leaves me like a needle
in the haystack of light.
It was what I was born for -
to look, to listen, to lose myself
inside this soft world -
to instruct myself over and over
in joy, and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant -
but of the ordinary, the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar, I say to myself, how can you help
but grow wise with such teachings as these -
the untrimmable light of the world,
the ocean's shine,
the prayers that are made out of grass?
~ Mary Oliver