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I have been thinking

about living

like the lilies

that blow in the fields.


They rise and fall

in the wedge of the wind,

and have no shelter

from the tongues of the cattle,


and have no closets or cupboards,

and have no legs.

Still I would like to be

as wonderful


as that old idea.

But if I were a lily

I think I would wait all day

for the green face


of the hummingbird

to touch me.

What I mean is,

could I forget myself


even in those feathery fields?

When van Gogh

preached to the poor

of course he wanted to save someone—


most of all himself.

He wasn’t a lily,

and wandering through the bright fields

only gave him more ideas


it would take all his life to solve.

I think I will always be lonely

in this world, where the cattle

graze like a black and white river—


where the ravishing lilies

melt, without protest, on their tongues—

where the hummingbird, whenever there is a fuss,

just rises and floats away.

—Mary Oliver

3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Jonathan Caswell
    Jun 06, 2013 @ 07:27:04

    By accepting God’s provision, are we not like lilies of the field? 🙂


  2. Littlesundog
    Jun 06, 2013 @ 07:55:16

    I feel a little catch in my throat… that is simply some of the most beautiful expression, isn’t it?


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