Came upon another poem by Mary Oliver and found a lot to relate to. Perhaps you’ll find meaning in this also. I hope this note finds you well and in good spirits. That might be a tough, but remember you are always loved. Marcus
WILD GEESE
Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese,
harsh and exciting - over and over announcing your place
I honestly don't know if I have any words for you that I haven't said a thousand times over all these years, sweet Bailey. But I think the most important are, Jesus loves you, I love you (desperately), I respect you, I adore your body, scars and all. Each one tells a magnificent story of survival, and each one inspires me. YOU inspire me. I simply adore you! 🙏🥰😘😘
Bailey my friend,
Came upon another poem by Mary Oliver and found a lot to relate to. Perhaps you’ll find meaning in this also. I hope this note finds you well and in good spirits. That might be a tough, but remember you are always loved. Marcus
WILD GEESE
Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese,
harsh and exciting - over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
One of my favorite poems, very moving
I honestly don't know if I have any words for you that I haven't said a thousand times over all these years, sweet Bailey. But I think the most important are, Jesus loves you, I love you (desperately), I respect you, I adore your body, scars and all. Each one tells a magnificent story of survival, and each one inspires me. YOU inspire me. I simply adore you! 🙏🥰😘😘