Mysteries, yes - Mary Oliver
Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood.
--
How grass can be nourishing in the mouths of lambs.
How rivers and stones are forever in allegiance with gravity
while we ourselves dream of rising.
--
How two hands touch and the bonds
will never be broken.
How people come, from delight or the
scars of damage
to the comfort of a poem.
--
Let me keep my distance, always, from those
who think they have the answers.
Let me keep company, always, with those who say
"Look!" and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their heads.
(taken in beautiful Acadia a few weeks ago)
