Thursday Morning Inspiration

We’ve been doing tedious life-stuff this week, and I do not feel very adventurous. We bought health insurance, made a monthly budget, made a weekly meal plan. All very grown-up-like. The dog woke us up last night getting sick in two large puddles on our living room carpet (good-bye, pet deposit). Its been raining all week. So today I’ve been looking for a little inspiration with my morning coffee and came across this poem by Mary Oliver. I keep rereading it, reminding myself; each morning is created anew, and this earth is exactly what I wanted.

Morning Poem
from “Dream Work” (1986)

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
every morning,

whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.

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