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Friday, July 13, 2012

Poetry Friday

Still trying to figure out how my very quiet son's leaving could have left such an enormous quietness in our home. And how me, a reasonably sane, busy, can always entertain herself kind of gal could be missing him so, so, so much. And trying to savor a summer that is going by so quickly. Went looking for a summer poem and found a new to me poem by Mary Oliver…




Little Summer Poem Touching the Subject of Faith 
Every summer
I listen and look
under the sun's brass and even
into the moonlight, but I can't hear
anything, I can't see anything --
not the pale roots digging down, nor the green stalks muscling up,
nor the leaves
deepening their damp pleats,
nor the tassels making,
nor the shucks, nor the cobs… 
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How could I look at anything in this world
and tremble, and grip my hands over my heart?
What should I fear?
One morning
in the leafy green ocean
the honeycomb of the corn's beautiful body
is sure to be there.

~ Mary Oliver ~

Read the rest of the poem here.


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4 comments:

  1. Linda BJuly 13, 2012 at 9:01 AM

    I am surmising that you take some comfort from the poem and that you have faith that you will feel at least a little better soon, Carol. Change is so hard. I remember some of when my son left. The rest of us (husband, daughter, me) had to learn how to navigate this new family dynamic, along with missing the one who had left. I wish you the best, and thank you for the poem. Oliver gives us hope in so many of her poems.

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  2. Mary LeeJuly 13, 2012 at 2:08 PM

    I love it that tucked inside this poem about faith is a message of hope, and a reminder that growth and change are part of the natural order of life.

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  3. Tara @ A Teaching LifeJuly 13, 2012 at 3:57 PM

    Whatever we've loved is sure to be there....sometimes within sight, and sometimes just on faith.

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  4. RuthJuly 14, 2012 at 7:42 AM

    It's hard to have faith when we can't hear or see anything. And it must be so hard to let your child go. I'm not there yet and I don't look forward to it at all!

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