Wild Geese

Today, I am watching the Canadian geese on the lake.  They stop for a brief rest before rising as a group and returning to their journey.   I am reminded of Mary Oliver's poem, "Wild Geese."

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

Also, in the poem, she says:

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

I  join others who despair while watching the horrific scenes from Ukraine.  Yet, there are also stories of compassion and generosity.

Mary Oliver end the poem with hope:

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,     

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —

     over and over announcing your place  

     in the family of things.

Thank you, Mary Oliver.