Yesterday I found myself in an unknown bookshop (alright, actually three different bookshops) leafing through this new volume of poems by Mary Oliver: Evidence. It is a sweet collection of reflections on the mystery of discovering blessings amidst ordinary existence. One poem, "Hallelujah," compelled me to purchase the whole book.
Everyone should be born into this world happy
and loving everything.
But in truth it rarely works that way.
For myself, I have spent my life clamoring toward it.
Hallelujah, anyway I'm not where I started!
And have you been trudging like that, sometimes
almost forgetting how wondrous the world is
and how miraculously kind some people can be?
And have you too decided that probably nothing important
is ever easy?
Not, say, for the first sixty years?
Hallelujah, I'm sixty now, and even a little more,
and some days I feel I have wings.
(Mary Oliver, "Hallelujah," Evidence, Beacon Press: Boston, 2009, p. 19)
This morning, when I opened my email, a man who has been my friend for the longest time - 43 years - forwarded me this music video clip that essentially exclaims the same awe as Mary Oliver. It comes from the "Playing for Change: Songs Around the World" collection.
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