Terns (by Mary Oliver)

[silvershe_wolf]

The flock thickens
over the roiling, salt brightness.  Listen,

maybe such devotion, in which one holds the world
in the clasp of attention, isn't the perfect prayer,

but it must be close, for the sorrow, whose name is doubt,
is thus subdued, and not through the weaponry of reason,
but of pure submission.

(Read the whole poem here)

Comments

[ladywillin]

Beautiful poem hun.

It's only a nimble frolic

over the waves. And you find, for hours,

you cannot even remember the questions

that weigh so in your mind.

I love the lines, "It's only a nimble frolic over the waves."

Pretty much sums up life really.

Oh and whilst I'm here, I've been meaning to say thank you for the cup cake! Nom, nom, nom. It was a lovely surprise in my inbox *cuddles and smishes you*

[silvershe_wolf]

It's beautiful isn't it.

And glad you liked the cupcake :)

*smishes back*

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[bobby1933]

Yes, lovely.