When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it is over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
~ * ~
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
~ * ~
I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.
~ * ~
For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.
~ * ~
You want to cry aloud for your mistakes. But to tell the truth the world
doesn't need any more of that sound.
~ * ~
Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.
Or who.
Mary Oliver.
Have a wild and precious day!
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