What is the
greatest gift?
Could it be
the world itself — the oceans, the meadowlark, the patience of the trees in the
wind?
Could it be
love, with its sweet clamor of passion?
Something
else — something else entirely
holds me in
thrall.
That you
have a life that I wonder about
more than I
wonder about my own.
That you
have a life — courteous, intelligent —
that I wonder about more than I wonder about my own. That you have a soul
— your own, no one else’s — that I wonder about more than I wonder about
my own. So that I
find my soul clapping its hands for yours more than my own.
Mary Oliver, Mary Oliver Book Club Facebook Group accessed on March 24, 2024
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