I've been walking through a particularly painful season for many months now and the strain of it is bringing out all the worst in me. This has been hard, but I am learning not to put my hope in the idea that my circumstances will change, but rather to put my hope in the truth that I will change- for the better.
Thirst
Another morning and I wake with thirst
for the goodness I do not have. I walk
out to the pond and all the way God has
given us such beautiful lessons. Oh Lord,
I was never a quick scholar but sulked
and hunched over my books past the
hour and the bell; grant me, in your
patience a little more time. Love for the
earth and love for you are having such a
long conversation in my heart. Who
knows what will finally happen or
where I will be sent, yet already I have
given a great many things away, expect-
ing to be told to pack nothing, except
the prayers which, with this thirst, I am
slowly learning.
-Mary Oliver-
5 comments:
That's a beautiful poem. Thanks for posting it.
Katie
I loved this;) I received your wonderful email and will take the time to respond at length as soon as I get a good chunk of time that you deservE;)
Love u lots!
Xox
I love you my dear far away friend who helps me vacuum spilled plant dirt off my office floor on the sly. You are so special to me and I can't stand that you should hurt.
oops, that was me :)
Lola, I figured it was you. The list of people I covertly helped vacuum dirt off of an office floor is pretty short :)
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