by Mary Oliver
live among. If you're Emily, a garden
Try to find the right place for yourself.
If you can't find it, at least dream of it.
gladly lingers in the wind or the rain,
or splashes into the cold river, or
pushes through the ice-crusted snow.
understandable. But holiness is visible,
no matter how hard you listen.
not find a single lie.
the mountains, and the rivers.
of your own condition.
through the forest. What wonder and
glory I would have missed had I ever been
in a hurry!
it explains nothing.
This poem is excerpted with permission from Mary Oliver's latest collection of poetry, Felicity, published by Penguin Press in October, 2015.