new thoughts and voices make themselves known to me in my heart.
later, i sit and ponder their validity
are they my own or some response to the world i cannot control
now... i sit in wonDer at the voice that i know has always been there.
that i remember has always been there....
RoranStorms
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice though
the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations though
their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice,
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do, determined
to save
the only life you could save.
Mary Oliver
Poet, Massachusetts and Vermont
w0man running art work by:
www.thecrafty-girl.blogspot.com
mixed media, encaustic (wax) and acrylic
