I can not pass on Mary Oliver poetry even when I posted Wild Geese recently. I have not posted The Journey. We each reach those times when we do not follow the directions we are given by others and live life for what it is to be lived for. We can only live it for one purpose and that is our life.
I’ve recently woken up to the poetry of Mary Oliver. I don’t know why I haven’t really discovered her till now; it wasn’t for lack of the universe whispering her name in my ear! Here are two of her poems that I love.
The Journey by Mary Oliver
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice–
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the…
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