Good Sunday morning, beautiful souls. Today, I would like to share something I feel is lovely and Sunday appropriate. It was among my volumes of beautiful things I have collected through the years and was written by Mary Oliver. The title is Whistling Swans.
“Do you bow your head when you pray or do you look up into that blue space?
Take your choice, prayers fly from all directions. And don’t worry about what language you use, God no doubt understands them all.
Even when the swans are flying north and making such a ruckus of noise, God is surely listening and understanding.
Rumi said, “There is no proof of soul.”
But isn’t the return of spring and how it springs up in our hearts a pretty good hint?
Yes, I know, God’s silence never breaks, but is that really a problem? There are thousands of voices, after all.
And furthermore, don’t you imagine ( I just suggest it) that swans know as much as we do about the whole business?
So listen to them and watch them, singing as they fly.
Take from it what you can.”
Dear friends, thank you for your visit. Know I am wishing you and yours a peaceful and lovely day.
In the week ahead
Note: Mary Jane Oliver (1935-2019), was an American poet. She was the winner of the National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize in 2007.
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