Monday, June 7, 2010

Poem for Monday

I had a wonderful start to today. And Monday's don't usually feel so good. Most of today was the river I've been trying to stay on. Letting it all come to me, receiving what I'm given. Early evening has been a different story. When anxiety starts I know Mary Oliver is the right person to listen to. This is what I found in her collection entitled Dream Work. Thank you Mary. You manage to start such peaceful revolutions in me. And of course Paul's image of the Providence Police Station demolition fits so beautifully.

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice --
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do --
determined to save
the only life you could save.

~ Mary Oliver ~
Photo by Paul Clancy


  1. I read your Monday poem on Wednesday - You needed it on Monday I needed it today! Thanks for some food for thought and some encouragement to rise from the rubble!

  2. Thankyou Alyn :) It's been such a dreadful week that this Monday, I am finally reading your poem from last monday. And it has given me some more strength to keep on with what must be done.