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 animals 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.
By Mary Oliver
Sometimes you need poetry
Chrisxx
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