Leaf of the Tree

Finding the Divine in the Details

The journey

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Iceland and Mexico and Spring 06 Germany 286  A poem from Mary Oliver is often the most timely of remedies.

The Journey

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.

~ Mary Oliver

4 thoughts on “The journey

  1. Thank you for this today, Phyllis; the voices also of vice and addiction, of time passing and lethargy. Yet somehow that small voice or energy pushes you just enough to move and it builds and builds, and as you stumble you steady and you begin to run.

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