Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting–
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
— © Mary Oliver
Author Nancy E. Shaffer 
You know, this is lovely. When I’ve figured out how to use memeories I’m going to put it in mine.
You know, this is lovely. When I’ve figured out how to use memeories I’m going to put it in mine.
That one is a favorite of mine. : )
That one is a favorite of mine. : )
If you see a heart icon at the top of my page, click on it. Enter a keyword in the slot that says “keywords”. Then click “submit”.
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If you see a heart icon at the top of my page, click on it. Enter a keyword in the slot that says “keywords”. Then click “submit”.
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Mine, too.
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Mine, too.
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I like this very much. Thanks for sharing!
I like this very much. Thanks for sharing!
*sigh*
❤
(hmm I’ve never used the “<3" before. Looks kinda silly.)
🙂
*sigh*
❤
(hmm I’ve never used the “<3" before. Looks kinda silly.)
🙂
But it *is* a wonderful poem!
; )
But it *is* a wonderful poem!
; )
It’s one of my favorite poems.
It’s one of my favorite poems.