The Journey
Mary Oliver
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 its 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 strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do–
determined to save
the only life you could save.
:heart:
Fati
I am reading a book called “Ten Poems That Can Change Your Life “This was the first poem examined. A great read.This music is from BT Binerary Universe cd as was the previouspost music.Thanks for reading with love,Fati
🙂 loved it!Wow, I thought this poem sounded familiar. My friend who is on retreat read it at church.
Thanks Fati for a good blog……..
Hi Into,yes it’s a wonderful poem and so full of value thanks for reading and always getting the messageHi Andreu,You are very welcome I am really happy you can hear the music now 🙂 :heart:Fati
this poem has GREAT personal meaning to me. thank you for posting it, so i could remember 😀
Hi Michele,I am glad to see you are reading and thank you for commentingand remembering 🙂
Hai Zen-ya,Long time. The title “journey” brought me in to share a few words. You are wonderful. Zen-ya, and a great poem. So poignant. ” To you, when atlast it comes to pass, that man has helped fellow man, judge us not too harshly…” This is on one side. Your Mary Oliver’s (? am I right) poem on the other—–Yes, I agree. The worst disservice one can do to a ‘rotten’ being is to help him so that he begins to revel in further rotting… They go on to becoming either the ‘assassins’ or the ‘voluntary victims’ as shown in the movies Hostel I and II. A horrible movie and sequel to say the least. The world could do without such…But, who are we to judge, this side or that side except what comes to one naturally. That comfort zone, that sense of well-bieng deep inside is all that matters. For each one of us ( Assassins and victims included) is noble deep inside. More later, if be.LoveRKK
Hello RKK It’s always a great day when I see your comments here in my blog and to hear your :heart:You are right who are we to judge after all we have notand will not walk in the same footsteps.Thank you for your appearance once moreyou have been missed.LoveZen ya