a poem I return to a lot

[twosnoos]

Wild Geese
by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving

Comments

[stefan11]

Thank you for posting!

They start migrating about now, at least in our corner of the world:

[monkeypudding]

it's a classic. thanks

I also like this

[lv_prosewriter]

Thanks for reminding me.

[louiserobertson]

me too.

[euqort]

favorite of mine too.

Looking forward to seeing you again! SOON!!!