Sunday, December 04, 2005

This poem by Mary Oliver is the best way I can express how I'm feeling right now.

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice –
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations –
though their melancholy
was terrible.
it was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
Through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice,
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do --
determined to save
the only life you could save.


At 7:59 AM, Blogger Stephanie said...

This is such a great poem!

At 8:55 AM, Blogger Jennifer Mills Kerr said...

On Saturday night, I found this poem tucked away in an envelope--not yet unpacked from moving to this house over a year ago. The words clicked with me so well that stunned, I tucked it away again. I wasn't ready to even acknowledge this journey I'm now called to make. But here's the poem again: we can't escape our callings.
Wish me luck.

At 10:13 AM, Blogger Jordan E. Rosenfeld said...

MUCH luck Jennifer!! I love when these synchronistic events happen to route us back to what is important.

It sounds like you're in a very exciting place.


At 1:29 PM, Blogger Patry Francis said...

I love Mary Oliver, and this poem is a particular favorite.

At 7:17 PM, Blogger Becca Lawton said...

Hello JP! This is one of my faves of MO's as well. RCL


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