The Summer Day

I commented on this post over on Jan Falls’ Heart Poems blog: Mary Oliver is one of my favourite poets. In this poem, she captures so well in her last question that elusive thing that I have not yet managed to capture for myself.
That thing I need to grasp before I too die too soon, never having made peace with the journey.



Heart Poems

The Summer Day

Mary Oliver

I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

view the whole poem here

On the cusp of solstice, this poem seems like the perfect reminder, an invitation, to pay attention to how we are living.

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