This morning my brother who is traveling in Bulgaria sent me a photo of the spectacular view he encountered as he hiked above the tree line in the Pirin Mountains. His only comment in the e-mail was……… What a wonderful world it is!
That led me to a poem by Mary Oliver…………
I know, you never intended to be in this world.
But you’re in it all the same.
so why not get started immediately.
I mean, belonging to it.
There is so much to admire, to weep over.
And to write music or poems about.
Bless the feet that take you to and fro.
Bless the eyes and the listening ears.
Bless the tongue, the marvel of taste.
You could live a hundred years, it’s happened.
I am speaking from the fortunate platform
of many years,
none of which, I think, I ever wasted.
Do you need a prod?
Do you need a little darkness to get you going?
Let me be urgent as a knife, then,
and remind you of Keats,
so single of purpose and thinking, for a while,
he had a lifetime
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
And that led me to start this day, 9/11, with a prayer to look for and appreciate the joy, the beauty and the wonder that it may bring.