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?
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Never heard of Mary Oliver,I am so happy that you shared her poem with all of us who follow your blog.May the angels watch over you,John and bring you safely home.
ReplyDeleteI love you Linda.
ReplyDeleteHey brother, it is now 6:20 am sunday . I just wanted to stop in and say hi. Hope all is going well. I have been trying to stay busy. The weather here has been getting better. Will be looking forward to some pics soon. Have a great day bro, and God bless.............
ReplyDeleteGracias hermano. While you are busy, always remember to share your grand heart. Know you have wings bro' and are very special to each and every one you touch.
ReplyDeleteI love you.
Time, time to laugh, time to stop and smell the roses, time to share what you have with others, time to stop and say I love you with actions not just words, time to make a difference, time to stop listening to what the world says but what He says, time to make a choice, time to say yes to faith not fear, time to be a blessing. You brother have made the time and to me for that you will now and always be precious. Pray for those of us who are still walking the walk. Pray for us that lift you up each day in prayer, for those of us waiting to hug you one more time, look into those beautiful eyes and say welcome home. I miss you more than words can say. I wish I was walking with you, talking, or not talking at all, just there. I will be forever thankful for our time together. How could such a brief span of time been so filled with moments and parts of my heart, things so deep it seems to be a present that I open a little bit at s time. Things that God keeps revealing to me, that even now something that was shared will come to me and I think wow thank you God.
ReplyDeletePlease keep our school in your prayers. I vacillate back and forth on keeping it open. It's complicated yet.......
Keep on keeping on
Miss You Love You God bless you. There was a big ole hug! Did you feel it? Keep up those beautiful pictures love your digs and the surroundings Wow!!!!!!! More pictures, more info on what is going on. Bye Linda
I love You John
ReplyDeleteLinda
Hermana:
ReplyDeleteThe stronger I become, the more I realize how weak I really am. And yet, the more I realize my weakness, more strength I gain. The more I learn, the more I realize I have not learned enough. And yet, the more I know that I don’t know, the more wisdom I acquire. The more courage I gain, the more I recognize true fear. And yet the more I face fear and danger, the more courageous I become.
Muchas Gracias for you make me strong...
Te amo y hasta luego. jb