I will try
I will try.
I will step from the house to see what I see
and hear and I will praise it.
I did not come into this world to be comforted.
I came, like red bird, to sing.
But I'm not red bird, with his head-mop of flame
and the red triangle of his mouth
full of tongue and whistles,
but a woman whose love has vanished,
who thinks now, too much of roots
and the dark places
where everything is simply holding on.
But this too, I believe, is a place
where God is keeping watch
until we rise, and step forth again and--
but wait. Be still. Listen!
Is it red bird? Or something
inside myself, singing?
-Mary Oliver-
I will try.
I will step from the house to see what I see
and hear and I will praise it.
I did not come into this world to be comforted.
I came, like red bird, to sing.
But I'm not red bird, with his head-mop of flame
and the red triangle of his mouth
full of tongue and whistles,
but a woman whose love has vanished,
who thinks now, too much of roots
and the dark places
where everything is simply holding on.
But this too, I believe, is a place
where God is keeping watch
until we rise, and step forth again and--
but wait. Be still. Listen!
Is it red bird? Or something
inside myself, singing?
-Mary Oliver-
5:50 am
Morning at Caretaker
Rhubarb!
Evening at Caretaker
5 comments:
Great photos, Kate - makes me want to be there! I'm glad that the song is coming from you - makes me sing a song too!
Oh, rhubarb! I hope you make a pie!
Love all the pictures. The poem is great too :)
Hi Katie,
it looks so beautiful there! I hope you are having a wonderful time and I can't wait to visit
check out The Endless Feast http://www.endlessfeast.tv/, it's the PBS show I was telling you about.
-Rita
Katie,
Where are the photos of the kale?
We hope you are doing well up north.
Todd
PS: Just say no to artificial fertilizers!
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