I came upon this poem by Mary Oliver this morning after a glorious sunrise and had to share it.
You can
die for it–
an idea,
or the world. People
have done so,
brilliantly,
letting
their small bodies be bound
to the stake,
creating
an unforgettable
fury of light. But
this morning,
climbing the familiar hills
in the familiar
fabric of dawn, I thought
of China,
and India
and Europe, and I thought
how the sun
blazes
for everyone just
so joyfully
as it rises
under the lashes
of my own eyes, and I thought
I am so many!
What is my name?
What is the name
of the deep breath I would take
over and over
for all of us? Call it
whatever you want, it is
happiness, it is another one
of the ways to enter
fire.
From New and Selected Poems, by Mary Oliver
Love to you all,
Jeane
This article was useful when looking for:
- https://high-road-artist com/10095/wisdom-wednesdays/sunrise-by-mary-oliver/ (138)
- https://high-road-artist com/10095/wisdom-wednesdays/sunrise-by-mary-oliver/#:~:text=Sunrise by Mary Oliver | High Road Artist (2)
- https://high-road-artist com/10095/wisdom-wednesdays/sunrise-by-mary-oliver/#:~:text=I came upon this poem and had to share it &text=I am so many! What is my name? (1)
- https://high-road-artist com/10095/wisdom-wednesdays/sunrise-by-mary-oliver/#:~:text=You can own eyes, and I thought (1)
Ah, sunrise! Reminds me of a favorite verse “…But may they who love you be like the sun when it rises in its strength.” (Judges 5:31). And may we all rise with that strength and joy and light.
Beautiful. Thank you for sharing it.
Lovely…the reminder we are all one. So I relish your sunrises and sunsets.
XOXOX
As I do your spring gardens and your sweet heart. XOXO