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Beautiful poem by Mary Oliver with illustration
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The Deer
You never know.The body of night opens
like a river, it drifts upward like white smoke,like so many wrappings of mist.
And on the hillside two dear are walking alongjust as though this wasn't
the owned, tilled earth of todaybut the past.
I did not see them the next day, or the next,but in my mind's eye -
there they are, in the long grass,like two sisters.
This is the earnest work.! Each of us is givenonly so many mornings to do it -
to look around and love the oily fur of our lives,the hoof and the grass-stained muzzle.
Days I don't do thisI feel the terror of idleness, like a red thirst.
Death isn't just an idea.When we die the body breaks open like a river;
the old body goes on, climbing the hill.
~ Mary Oliver ~(House of Light)