Poetry Sunday: The Summer Day by Mary Oliver
Yes, yes, I know I've used this one here before. It's a personal favorite of mine: "I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention..." When the next summer comes, assuming I'm still here, I'll probably use it again. Tell me, what is it you plan to do With your one wild and precious life? Enjoy! The Summer Day by Mary Oliver Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean-- the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-- who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away. I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel i...