I saw this today on one of my very favorite blogs – Ornamental – and thought it was delightful. I just had to share it with you! If you’ve never stopped by Ornamental, be sure you do and be sure you have a few minutes to spare when you do. It cannot be rushed. Nina is such a wonderful writer that I often wish her blog was a book that I could hold in my hands and revisit over and over. She’s a wonderful photographer also.
The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
– Mary Oliver