The Sun


I took this photo last week when I was on retreat at the Oregon coast. What a pleasure it was to be in the company of the sand and the salt water.

This week as I prepare to leave on another journey, I offer you this poem, a poem that must be read at least once each and every summer!

The Sun

Have you ever seen anything in your life
more wonderful than the way the sun,
every evening, relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea, and is gone–

and how it slides again out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower
streaming upward on its heavenly oils,

say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance–
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love–

do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure that fills you,
as the sun reaches out,
as it warms you as you stand there,

or have you too turned from this world–
or have you too gone crazy for power,
for things?

~ Mary Oliver ~

When was the last time you watched the sun rise or set?

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