Mysteries, Yes ~ Mary Oliver

 

Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous

    to be understood.

 

How grass can be nourishing in the

   mouths of the lambs.

How rivers and stones are forever

    in allegiance with gravity

    while we ourselves dream of rising.

How two hands touch and the bonds will

    never be broken.

How people come, from delight or the

    scars of damage,

    to the comfort of a poem.

Let me keep my distance, always, from those
   who think they have the answers.

Let me keep company always with those who say
   “Look!” and laugh in astonishment,
   and bow their heads