Thursday, October 15, 2009

In Blackwater Woods

I've been (and still am) with a dear friend, her family, and her band of angel friends for the past few days. It's not my story to tell, other than this: I've seen us - fragile, strong, imperfect humanity - at our most real and best.

Here is a poem that means a lot to me.

By Mary Oliver

In Blackwater Woods, excerpt

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 it go,
to let it go.


Esmerelda said...

I read this poem to the circle last night and called your name into the circle. It was lovely.

Southern Touch Catering said...

Very lovely, I lift you in prayer today.

Steph said...

Amy, thank you!

Marilyn Miller said...

Love Mary Oliver's poetry. Thanks!
Good thoughts are being sent your way.

Hootie said...


You and your friend are in my thoughts and prayers.

Angela McRae said...

Bless you for being that kind of friend ...

parTea lady said...

That is a lovely poem. You'll be in my thoughts and prayers.

bloomgirl said...

very appropriate!