Everyone should be born into this world happy
and loving everything.
But in truth it rarely works that way.
I have spent my life clamoring toward it.
Halleluiah, anyway I’m not where I started!
And have you too been trudging like that,
almost forgetting how wondrous the world is
and how miraculously
kind some people can be?
And have you too decided
that probably nothing important
is ever easy?
Not, say, for the first sixty years.
I’m sixty now, and even a little more,
and some days I feel I have wings.
I love this Mary Oliver Poem.
I have posted it before but it was a while ago.
It is just bursting with joy. So here it is again… for all those who are weary and who feel as if they are trudging through their days.
And it is for me too… to remind myself how far I have travelled and how wonderful this world can be – bursting with life and energy and some truly amazing people.
I hope this week you feel you have wings 🙂