Lord, I will learn also to kneel down
into the world of the invisible,
the inscrutable and the everlasting. Then I will move no more
than the leaves of a tree
on a day of no wind, bathed in light, like the wanderer who has come home at last and kneels in peace,
done with all unnecessary things; every motion; even words.
~Mary Oliver
the inscrutable and the everlasting. Then I will move no more
than the leaves of a tree
on a day of no wind, bathed in light, like the wanderer who has come home at last and kneels in peace,
done with all unnecessary things; every motion; even words.
~Mary Oliver
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