I read about Mary Oliver, the blessed poet from the blog post of my saintly friend, Leon Hieros. I’m reading about her for first time and when I read just two poems, I instantly started loving her poems. Reading the post and her poem, and going through the link from that post, I found this wonderful poem. It touched my heart and filled me with awe and divine joy. With my hearty salutes to Mary Oliver, I’m sharing that poetic piece of wonder with you all 😊
THE SUMMER DAY
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Hearty Condolences dear Mary Oliver