If the divine is anything,
the divine is ocean,
All tagged Poetry
Too Much by Steve Garnaas-Holmes
The maple wastes its red on me
—I can't take it all in—
littering the floor with glory.
Blessing the Animals by Jan Richardson
Bless them
who curl themselves
around our hearts,
who twine themselves
through our days,
who companion us
in our labor,
who call us
to come and play.
How I Go To The Woods by Mary Oliver
If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.
The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry
I come into the presence of still water.
The Lily By Mary Oliver
…or, maybe,
it says nothing at all
but just stands there
with the patience
of vegetables
and saints…