By Mary Oliver – One of My Favorites
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile, the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
Over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile, the wild geese, high in the clean blue sky
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lovely,
the world offers itself to your imagination.