Summer Morning by Mary Oliver
Heart,
I implore you,
its time to come back
from the dark,
it's morning,
the hills are pink
and the roses
whatever they felt
in the valley of night
are opening now
their soft dresses,
their leaves
are shining.
Why are you laggard?
Sure you have seen this
a thousand times,
which isn't half enough.
Let the world
have its way with you,
luminous as it is
with mystery
and pain~
graced as it is
with the ordinary.
The Yoga Goat 
LOVE Mary Oliver! I know you do too! Thanks for her lovely poem.
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We share that love! Love you too!
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Amy, “Let the world have its way with you”. I am so ready! Thank you so much! L:Ove, Libby
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Me too! Love you!
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