It is a serious thing/ just to be alive/ on this fresh morning/ in this broken world.Mary Oliver
Where has this cold come from?/ “It comes from the death of your friend.”
Will I always, from now on, be this cold?/ “No, it will diminish. But always it will be with you.”
What is the reason for it?/ “Wasn’t your friendship always as beautiful as a flame?”
Dedicated to my father and best friend, who died twenty-six years ago this month, on January 12, 1993. I’m still cold, yes, but am also filled to bursting with gratitude for that bright flame.
Snow was falling
so much like stars
filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was
My favorite poet is Mary Oliver. Consider this:
“When it’s all over, I want to say: All my life I’ve been a bride married to amazement”–Mary Oliver
Question: In your life thus far, how have YOU been married to amazement?