Wild Geese
You do not have to be good
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves
Tell me about despair YOURS and I will tell you MINE
Meanwhile the world goes on
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes
over the prairies and the deep trees
the mountains and the rivers
Meanwhile the wild geese high in the clean blue air
are heading home again
Whoever you are no matter how lonely
the world offers itself to your imagination
calls to you like the wild geese harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things
~ Mary Oliver ~
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