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.
