Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Poem for a Cloudy Day

Why I Wake Early

Hello, sun in my face.

Hello, you who made the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips,
and the nodding morning glories,

and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety

best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light
good morning, good morning, good morning.

Watch, now, how I start the day

in happiness, in kindness.

--Mary Oliver

(Thanks to Caroline, for sharing this beautiful poem.)


Greta said...

Caroline has poetically described my mornings, putting into words what I feel but hadn't consciously acknowledged.

mamie said...

Greta, Thanks for stopping by Can I Do It. Isn't Mary Oliver just the most amazing of poets?

the defective goddess said...

That poem put sunshine in my soul. Thanks for sharing!!

mamie said...

I keep coming back to the post myself, goddess. It makes me happy.