More Poetry in Ordinary Time

Wintering Aspen - Mirror, Alberta

Another week brings more wisdom from Parker Palmer, who shared poetic beauty from Mary Oliver...especially for those followers of this blog who may have missed the original post on Facebook.  (Note: it's been 'shared' to the St. Cyprian's FB page.)

The Poet Dreams of the Mountain

Sometimes I grow weary of the days with all their fits and starts.

I want to climb some old grey mountain, slowly, taking

the rest of my life to do it, resting often, sleeping

under the pines or, above them, on the unclothed rocks.

I want to see how many stars are still in the sky

that we have smothered for years now, forgiving it all,

and peaceful, knowing the last thing there is to know.

All that urgency!  Not what the earth is about!

How silent the trees, their poetry being of themselves only.

I want to take slow steps, and think appropriate thoughts.

In ten thousand years, maybe, a piece of the mountain will fall.

-- Mary Oliver