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When I Am Among The Trees
When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the
honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they
give off such hints of gladness. I would almost say that they
save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself, in which I have
goodness,and discernment, and never hurry through the
world but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves and call out,
“Stay awhile.” The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say, “and you too
have come into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”
Mary Oliver |
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