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When I am Among the Trees by Mary Oliver

Post Series: Poetry Thursday

Mary Oliver is my new favorite poet. I just purchased “Devotions,” a book of select poems by Mary Oliver, and I cannot put in down. This month may just be a month of “Mary Oliver Poetry Thursdays”.


When I am Among the Trees

by Mary Oliver


When I am among the trees,

especially the willows and the honey locust,

equally beech, the oaks and the pines,

they give off such hints of gladness.

I would almost say that they save me, and daily.


I am so distant from the hope of myself,

in which I have goodness, and discernment,

and never hurry through the world

but walk slowly, and bow often.


Around me the trees stir in their leaves

and call out, “Stay awhile.”

The light flows from their branches.


And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,

“and you too have come

into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled

with light, and to shine.”

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