Gratitude, Always

The Place I Want to Get Back To

—Mary Oliver

The place I want to get back to
is where
in the pinewoods
in the moments between
the darkness
and first light
two deer came walking down the hill
and when they saw me
they said to each other, okay,
this one is okay,
let’s see who she is
and why she is sitting
on the ground like that,
so quiet, as if
asleep, or in a dream,
but, anyway, harmless;
and so they came
on their slender legs
and gazed upon me
not unlike the way
I go out to the dunes and look
and look and look
into the faces of the flowers;
and then one of them leaned forward
and nuzzled my hand, and what can my life
bring to me that would exceed
that brief moment?
for twenty years
I have gone every day to the same woods,
not waiting, exactly, just lingering.
Such gifts, bestowed,
can’t be repeated.
if you want to talk about this
come to visit. I live in the house
near the corner, which I have named
Gratitude.

My thanks to Pastor Bob for sharing this gem of a Mary Oliver poem in his sermon this Sunday.

Happy Thanksgiving,

Rod

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