Friday, 05 February 2010

• The Journey

  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 it's 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 stode 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

   

   

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