#288 Mary Oliver Poem

A reader sent this in response to my recent Tenacity Notes: “This Mary Oliver poem is a sacred text to me, and I try to say it sometime every morning/day.”

Why I Wake Early
by Mary Oliver

Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety —

best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us the warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light —
good morning, good morning, good morning.

Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.

3 thoughts on “#288 Mary Oliver Poem

  1. Thanks Jett!

    On Sun, Oct 30, 2016 at 1:44 PM, Jett Sophia’s Tenacity Notes wrote:

    > Jett Sophia posted: “A reader sent this in response to my recent Tenacity > Notes: “This Mary Oliver poem is a sacred text to me, and I try to say it > sometime every morning/day.” Why I Wake Early by Mary Oliver Hello, sun in > my face. Hello, you who make the morning and” >

  2. My Dear Sophia, Your capacity of foresightedness is a gift that one can undervalue until the veracity of lived life bears its foreseen fruits. I so admire your gift and ability to continue serving the rest of us shortsighted folk! Blessings of Light & Love, ongoingly to you & your loved ones.

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