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Morning Poem
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
Mary Oliver
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/ lavishly,/ every morning,// whether or not/ you have ever dared to be happy,/ whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.
Hope is universal in the morning. Strength is unbreakable in the morning. Past is past in the morning. Light is light in the morning. Forgiveness and compassion even seem easier in the morning. Lily ponds are answered prayers and beasts shout that the earth is exactly what it wanted in the morning. You don’t even have to dare to be happy or to pray. Every morning a world is created.
About Katie
From Louisville. Live in Atlanta. Curious by nature. Researcher by education. Writer by practice. Grateful heart by desire.
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