A friend thought I had included a poem by Mary Oliver in my blog and so she gave me one of her collections. But no, instead my friend introduced me to Mary Oliver. This is the first poem I read in the book and I read it at breakfast and we all welled up.
Halleluiah
Everyone should be born into this world happy
and loving everything.
But in truth it rarely works that way.
For myself, I have spent my life clamoring toward it.
Halleluiah, anyway I’m not where I started!And have you too been trudging like that, sometimes
almost forgetting how wondrous the world is
and how miraculously kind some people can be?
And have you too decided that probably nothing important
is ever easy?
Not, say, for the first sixty years.Halleluiah, I’m sixty now, and even a little more,
and some days, I feel I have wings.