…take what is given

A poem for a bright sunny Tuesday:

At my feet the white-petalled daisies display
the small suns of their center piece, their – if you don’t
mind my saying so – their hearts. Of course
I could be wrong, perhaps their hearts are pale and
narrow and hidden in the roots. What do I know?
But this: it is heaven itself to take what is given,
to see what is plain; what the sun lights up willingly;
for example – I think this
as I reach down, not to pick but merely to touch -
the suitability of the field for the daisies, and the
daisies for the field.

(from Daisies by  Mary Oliver)

Beauty is found in the simple things that are before us every day… sunshine and daisies.

“It is heaven itself to take what is given, to see what is plain”.

We miss so much as we rush through our days… so this week stop to look and touch the things “the sun lights up willingly”.