Monday, April 13, 2015

NPM: Mary Oliver

My sister introduced me to the poetry of Mary Oliver a year or two ago.  Thanks, Jen!








Song of the Builders by Mary Oliver

On a summer morning
I sat down
on a hillside
to think about God -

a worthy pastime.
Near me, I saw
a single cricket;
it was moving the grains of the hillside

this way and that way.
How great was its energy,
how humble its effort.
Let us hope


it will always be like this,
each of us going on
in our inexplicable ways
building the universe.

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