As I was pondering about a reflection for this week, I was graced with poems of Mary Oliver who recently passed. And so I chose two to share that seem fitting for us.
When I moved from one house to another
there were many things I had no room for.
What does one do? I rented a storage
Space. And filled it. Years passed.
Occasionally I went there and looked in,
But nothing happened, not a single
twinge of the heart.
As I grew older the things I cared
About grew fewer, but were more
important. So one day I undid the lock
And called the trash man. He took
I felt like the little donkey when
His burden is finally lifted. Things!
Burn them, burn them! Make a beautiful
fire! More room in your heart for love,
for the trees! For the birds who own
nothing-the reason they can fly.”
To Live in this World
TO LIVE IN THIS WORLD, YOU MUST BE ABLE
TO DO THREE THINGS; TO LOVE WHAT IS
MORTAL; TO HOLD IT AGAINST YOUR BONES
KNOWING YOUR OWN LIFE DEPENDS ON IT;
AND WHEN THE TIME COMES TO LET GO,
TO LET GO.
- MARY OLIVER -