Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Mindful by Mary Oliver

Our world needs more poetry in it. Here's one for your consideration.


by Mary Oliver

Every day
I see or hear
that more or less

kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle

in the haystack
of light.
It was what I was born for -
to look, to listen,

to lose myself
inside this soft world -
to instruct myself
over and over

in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,

the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant -
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,

the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help

but grow wise
with such teachings
as these -
the untrimmable light

of the world,
the ocean's shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?


Delwyn said...

After your last posting of Mary Oliver I looked her up and like her very much, but hadn't read this one,

Prayers that are made out of grass.

I photographed the dew on the grass up close the other day... so mesmerising

so thanks Dan

Delwyn said...

Lost a phrase - I wanted to say the dew on the grass was

so beautiful
so ordinary
so mesmerising

Dan Gurney said...

Delwyn, you've got the Mary Oliver gift yourself.

VenDr said...

Wow. Thanks for posting this Dan. I'm carrying it into the day.

Dan Gurney said...

Hi, Kelvin,

Thanks for stopping by. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem.

Anonymous said...

I dont understand what the poet is trying to say in the last sentence " the prayers that are made out of grass"? can someone further explain, please

Dan Gurney said...

Hi, Anon--

It has many layers of meaning. But one meaning that might be seen first is that the natural world reflects the divine, the infinite. From a very Christian viewpoint you might say that all God's creation reflects his perfection, so, in that way, a blade of grass is holy, a prayer itself in that it reflects the Creator.