Maybe our world will grow kinder eventually.
Maybe the desire to make something beautiful
is the piece of God that is inside each of us.
From Mary Oliver’s poem ‘Franz Marc’s Blue Horses’
Tag: Mary Oliver
A box full of darkness
The Uses of Sorrow
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
Mary Oliver, Thirst
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