“Of Love” by Mary Oliver

I have been in love more times than one,
thank the Lord. Sometimes it was lasting
whether active or not. Sometimes
it was all but ephemeral, maybe only
an afternoon, but not less real for that.
They stay in my mind, these beautiful people,
or anyway beautiful people to me, of which
there are so many. You, and you, and you,
whom I had the fortune to meet, or maybe
missed. Love, love, love, it was the
core of my life, from which, of course, comes
the word for the heart. And, oh, have I mentioned
that some of them were men and some were women
and some—now carry my revelation with you—
were trees. Or places. Or music flying above
the names of their makers. Or clouds, or the sun
which was the first, and the best, the most
loyal for certain, who looked so faithfully into
my eyes, every morning. So I imagine
such love of the world—its fervency, its shining, its
innocence and hunger to give of itself—I imagine
this is how it began.

-Mary Oliver, from Red Bird (Beacon Press, 2008).

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4 thoughts on ““Of Love” by Mary Oliver

    1. I’ve never posted early Sunday morning before. I felt an inkling that it may be a quiet and reflective time for us to read and ponder. I may try to make it a weekly occurrence.
      Glad it was timely for you! x


    1. Oh that would be one warning I would encourage you to ignore 100% of the time. I’m not sure we can Ever love someone (or thing) too much.

      “And in the end
      The love you take
      Is equal to the love you make” 😊


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