31 May 2010

Painted Islands of Summer Lilies


Every morning the world is created.
Under the orange sticks of the sun
the heaped ashes of the night turn into leaves again
and fasten themselves to the high branches
and the ponds appear like black cloth
on which are painted islands of summer lilies.

If it is your nature to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails for hours,
your imagination alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit carries within it
the thorn that is heavier than lead
if it's all you can do to keep on trudging,
there is still somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth is exactly what it wanted ,
each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered lavishly,
every morning,
whether or not you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not you have ever dared to pray  
- from Dream Work by Mary Oliver


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