Every Morning I’m Alive

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Isn’t it plain the sheets of moss, except that
they have no tongues, could lecture
all day if they wanted about

spiritual patience?  Isn’t it clear
the black oaks along the path are standing
as though they were the most fragile of flowers?

Every morning I walk like this around
the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart
ever close, I am as good as dead.

Every morning, so far, I’m alive…
~Mary Oliver from “Landscape” in New and Selected Poems

 

 

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If even the mighty oaks standing along a path are as fragile as flowers,
then how fragile is my heart?

I wake each morning reminded of the treasure of a new day, cranking open the rusty doors of my heart.

Let the fresh air of grace and gratitude fill me today.

 

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4 thoughts on “Every Morning I’m Alive

  1. The line, “if the doors of my heart ever close I am as good as dead” arrived at the perfect moment as I was pondering a response to a good friend who is struggling. Thank you.

  2. This was just what I needed today. Funny how that works, eh?! Thank you for your words about the fresh air of grace and gratitude.

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