This poem is a plea for passion in the slowing down times of life. Like the Dylan Thomas poem which urges not to go gentle in to that good night, this poem calls out for persistent love. Not mistaking steadfastness for doing nothing – that is a powerful meditation for the day.
This poem is by Mary Oliver.
Be still, my soul, and steadfast.
Earth and heaven both are still watching
Though time is draining from the clock,
and your walk, that was confident and quick,
has become slow.
So, be slow if you must but let
the heart still play its true part.
Love still as once you loved, deeply,
And without patience. Let god and the world
Know you are grateful. That the gift has been given.
Mary Oliver. From Felicity. The Gift.
Thought provoking, subtle and meaningful.
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Brilliant poem, Katy, and aptly timed for me, dealing with a certain person i.e. your Godmother.
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Much love to Vicky, she is formidable.
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