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.

8 comments:

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...

Steph-

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!