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Sunday’s Poetry for Brighid

While I am away, I am sharing some of the poetry for Brighid that was posted this week in Her honor. Drink deep from this beauty and fill the wells of your inspiration.

by Mary Oliver

(how could I not include a Mary Oliver poem?)

My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the humming bird – equal seekers of sweetness.

Here the quickening yeast; there the plums.

Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.

Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half perfect? Let me keep my mind on what matters,

Which is my work,

Which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.

The sheep in the pasture.

Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here,

Which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart and these body-clothes,
A mouth with which to give shouts of joy

To the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,

Telling them all, over and over, how it is that we live forever.

Thank you to Wyldearth’s contribution on her blog, Moondrummer, for the annual Brigid in the Blogosphere Poetry Slam

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