Mysteries, Yes
Truly, we live with
mysteries too marvelous
to be understood.
How grass can be nourishing
in the
mouths of the lambs.
How rivers and stones are forever
in
allegiance with gravity
while we ourselves dream of rising.
How two hands
touch and the bonds
will never be broken.
How people come, from delight or
the
scars of damage,
to the comfort of a poem.
Let me keep my distance,
always, from those
who think they have the answers.
Let me keep company always
with those who say
"Look!" and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their
heads.
~ Mary Oliver ~
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