Poetry Friday: "Everyday I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight...."

After a big plumbing problem (still not resolved, they're working on it) occurred at our house last weekend, I was stressed and depressed. But such things always make me sit up, look around, take stock. They make me grateful for everything in my life that does work -- my marriage, my family, my faith, my friends. As I tweeted the other day:

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Karen Edmisten‏@Karen_Ed

Celebrated our 30th anniversary dealing with a major plumbing issue. Atticus, there's no one else in the world I'd rather stress out with.

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So, this Mary Oliver poem seems fitting for this week. Even when it feels like everything is going wrong, it's true: "Everyday I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight...."

Mindful
by Mary Oliver

Everyday
I see or hear
something
that more or less

kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle

in the haystack
of light.
It was what I was born for —
to look, to listen,

to lose myself
inside this soft world —
to instruct myself
over and over

in joy,
....

(Read the whole poem here, at The Writer's Almanac.)


Tricia has the round up this week at The Miss Rumphius Effect.

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