“A Thousand Mornings,” by Mary Oliver

A lovely poem that almost makes me want to work to become a morning person.

A Thousand Mornings
by Mary Oliver

All night my heart makes its way
however it can over the rough ground
of uncertainties, but only until night
meets and then is overwhelmed by
morning, the light deepening, the
wind easing and just waiting, as I
too wait (and when have I ever been
disappointed?) for redbird to sing.

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One thought on ““A Thousand Mornings,” by Mary Oliver

  1. I read this book and I LOVE your sentiment about the poem making you feel like you almost would like to be a morning person. I felt the same way. If only I could walk or bike in the morning when the world isn’t even quite awake yet. Your blog is wonderful, thanks!

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