Poetry Ptuesday: The Journey by Mary Oliver

On 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

Poetry Ptuesday: Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

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

Poetry Ptuesday – The Summer Day by Mary Oliver

“I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.”

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