‘When one is alone and lonely, the body gladly lingers in the wind or the rain, or splashes into the cold river, or pushes through the ice-crusted snow.’ … and much more! …~ Mary Oliver, from “Leaves and Blossoms Along the Way” in Felicity.
When one is alone and lonely, the body
gladly lingers in the wind or the rain,
or splashes into the cold river, or
pushes through the ice-crusted snow.
Anything that touches.
God, or the gods, are invisible, quite
understandable. But holiness is visible,
entirely…
~ Mary Oliver, from “Leaves and Blossoms Along the Way” in Felicity.
Notes: Poem via Schonwieder. Photos via Aberrant Beauty
