Wild Geese

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Opal Sunrise Copyright 2014 by Debi Bradford

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

are moving across the landscapes,

over the prairies and the deep trees,

the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting,

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.

From Dream Work by Mary Oliver

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Sea Oats Copyright 2014 by Debi Bradford

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8 comments

    1. Hello again – I’m back from another long travel and am only now returning to WP. I’ve missed you and all my blogging buddies! Thanks for your nice comment. It’s good to be home.

  1. This is so beautiful, Debi, and you used one of my favorite poems, especially for this time of year when the wild geese are flying in to spend the winter with us.

    1. Thank you, Robin. That poem spoke to me deeply this autumn. Sometimes we see geese here on the wing migrating through, but where I used to live it was a common sight. I miss them. Thank you so much for your lovely comment.

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