Morning Poem | Mary Oliver
by Elouise
No “orange sticks of the sun” this morning. Just rain, gusty wind, and the nonstop sound of water draining from the gutters. Nonetheless, Mary Oliver’s poem invites me into a world waiting with open arms. My comments follow.
Morning Poem
Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orangesticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves againand fasten themselves to the high branches –
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islandsof summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trailsfor hours, your imagination
alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit
carries in itthe 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.© Mary Oliver, 1992, in New and Selected Poems, Vol. One, pp 106-07
Published by Beacon Press
I don’t have to feel happy and upbeat every morning. This poem isn’t about how I feel. It’s about what I’m already being offered, and what I already need no matter how I feel.
I don’t even have to pray. The gift is already there. Ready and waiting for me to discover it. The answer to what I’ve always wanted. The world re-created overnight. Wild and beautiful. Carrying on with or without me. An answer to a prayer I never even prayed.
I’m encouraged when I think about Mary Oliver’s life. She left everything in order to make a life for herself. One day at a time. Heading upstream. One small observation at a time, plus a few words ‘thrown together.’ Mary Oliver lived what she wrote, and wrote what she lived.
No magic wand or mantra can make it all come out right. Still, each morning we’re offered the gift of another day. Plus imagination to look beyond the heaviness of today, and see that dark pond of water lilies blazing with color.
Praying you’ll have a glimpse of blazing lilies today.
Elouise♥
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 27 October 2019
Photo found at etsy.com
Thank you for your sharing Elouise.
Orange sticks were hydroplaning off of I-180 as I drove the 30 miles to hospital to visit Carol this morning. Thursday morning 430 AM she fell again. MRI revealed small deep brain stroke resulting in further weakness. More tests early in week will add to data needed to make plans for future. Case manager and social work already making preliminary contacts. Tomorrow I will request Palliative visit also.
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Oh, Dave. I’m so sorry to hear this, and grateful you left this comment. Praying for you and Carol–that each day will reveal somewhere, somehow, beauty created just for the two of you. By now you’ll have seen Carol. I pray all goes well with the palliative care visit, as well as other conversations about what next. Hugs to both of you. Elouise
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Beautiful photo, poem and message, Elouise!
Mary Oliver is one of my favorite poets.
Yes, always look for the blazing colors in each day. 🙂
I don’t pray as much as I used to. Especially for myself. I pray more for others…but what I really try to do, each new day, is speak positive encouraging words, do helpful kind deeds, and try to be the answer to someone else’s prayers.
(((HUGS)))
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Hi, Carolyn. I love your last bit about you (us!) being the answer to someone else’s prayers. So true. And so simple, just as long as we keep showing up somewhere. It doesn’t matter where. And noticing people around us, of course! 🙂 Mary Oliver is remarkable. Such depth with such ordinary words! She had and still has the gift. Thanks for brightening my morning. 🙂
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You’re welcome!
❤ and (((HUGS))) 🙂
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