Mary Oliver is an amazing poet. I hope you will take the time to listen to her read “The Summer Day”.
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
water reflecting sky
another day, sorting out life
dealing with the mass of humanity
everyone has a story
everyone has pain
I am sky
the other is water
I look at him and see myself
I feel what she feels
for just that moment,until
ego takes over, like the ripples in the water
and I forget
the pain of humanity is my pain
the joy of the universe is my joy
I see the reflection
A poem by Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
and I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. for a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.