I absolutely adore the poetry of Mary Oliver. It is simple yet deep; it is also profound and moving. I often start my day by reading a poem from this wonderful anthology.
Very sadly, I read today that Ms. Oliver died at age 80 plus in Florida. Her shimmering and beautiful work will be here for me still but nonetheless she will be missed.
Read Devotions or any of her other works; you will be deeply affected.
In “When Death Comes,” she wrote:
When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.