Mary Oliver
Another morning and I wake with thirstfor the goodness I do not have. I walk out
to the pond and all the way I see 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 mercy,
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, expecting to be told to pack nothing,
except the prayers which, with this thirst, I am slowly learning.
Poem: Thirst, from the book: Devotions
(Written around the time of her conversion to Christianity)
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