Another
morning and I wake with thirst
for
the goodness I do not have. I walk
out
to the pond and all the way God has
given
us such beautiful lessons. Oh Lord,
I
was never a quick scholar but sulked
and
hunched over my books past the hour
and
the bell; grant me, in your mercy,
a
little more time. Love for the earth
and
love for you are having such a long
conversation
in my heart. Who knows what
will
finally happen or where I will be sent,
yet
already I have given a great many things
away,
expecting to be told to pack nothing,
except
the prayers which, with this thirst,
I
am slowly learning.
--Mary Oliver, Thirst
(Boston: Beacon Press, 2006)
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