Wild Geese

I love this poem by Mary Oliver. She's one of my favorites. I love how she uses elements of nature and relates them to human life. I also had the perfect picture in mind that I wanted to use. It is a great shot of several geese lined up at the edge of water at Lake Tahoe. Luckily the computer doctor rescued it for me (see previous post) but apparently, I did not have it categorized appropriately and can't seem to find it for now. So this shot of my nieces will have to do. They're not geese, but they're certainly wild...in a fun way of course (I know my sister will be reading this) ;-) Enjoy, and have a happy Friday.

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.