Tuesday, November 1, 2011

The Journey

I'm never been a huge fan of poetry. Most likely for two reasons - I've not read enough of it and, there's a lot about the genre I simply don't understand. But the first time I read The Journey by Mary Oliver, it took my breath away. It was as if she knew me and my life. It was as if she had written the poem just for me. I wonder if she wrote this for you too...

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

1 comment:

  1. I love it. It touches my soul. Thank you for finding the perfect expression of where we need to be.