Truly, we live with
mysteries too marvelous
to be understood.
How grass can be nourishing
in the
mouths of the 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.
Mary Oliver
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