Sunday Morning

Angels are wonderful but they are so, well, aloof.
It’s what I sense in the mud and the roots of the
trees, or the well, or the barn, or the rock with
its citron map of lichen that halts my feet and
makes my eyes flare, feeling the presence of some
spirit, some small god, who abides there.

If I were a perfect person, I would be bowing
continuously.
I’m not, though I pause wherever I feel this
holiness, which is why I’m so often late coming
back from wherever I went.

Forgive me.

~ Mary Oliver, “Forgive Me” in Blue Horses


Sources: Poem – Thank you Whiskey River. Photo – Lichen by Mathieu Noël

Comments

  1. Happy Sunday morning!!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. ah, to be able to stay there just a bit longer….

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Reblogged this on Carrie's Bench and commented:
    Angels unaware

    Like

  4. No forgiveness required Mary. Just gratitude and love for the moments you capture and share. And to you Dave 💕

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Mary Oliver.
    My friend.

    Liked by 2 people

  6. Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
    Angels ARE wonderful … and they ARE always with you!! Today and always, we need Angels with all of us!!

    Like

  7. Mary Oliver has a Reverent Wonder for Nature…love the photo…

    Liked by 1 person

  8. We could all do with a lot more bowing in the world Mary.

    Liked by 1 person

  9. Forgive US, Mary, for not stopping often enough to bow…

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: