I wonder what it is that I will accomplish today

If anything can be called that marvelous word.

It won’t be

My kind of work, which is only putting words on a page,

The pencil

Haltingly calling up

The light of the world,

Yet nothing appearing on paper half as bright

As the mockingbird’s verbal hilarity

In the still unleafed shrub in the churchyard-

Or the white heron rising over the swamp and the darkness,

His yellow eyes and broad wings wearing

The light of the world in the light of the world-

Ah yes, I see him.

He is exactly the poem I wanted to write.

~Mary Oliver

may I linger in the sweetness….

inquiry for today~ forgive all that is unfinished today…

for the day becomes long….

What actually sustains us, what is fundamentally beautiful, is compassion–

for yourself and for those around you.

That kind of beauty inflames the heart and enchants the soul.

~Lupita Nyongo