the sun

I almost don’t dare to say a few words as the following poem says it all in such a beautiful and authentic way. When I watched the sun going down this evening, I indulged in its warmth while she sets the garden in fire with her golden glow. What a wonderful, peaceful way to end the day. And it makes me wonder and ponder …

Every day, again and again, I am given this beautiful gift and still I continuously look for more. We take nature for granted, but yet, we could not live without. What would happen if one day we woke up and there was no sun to warm us?

Have you ever seen

anything

in your life

more wonderful

 

than the way the sun,

every evening,

relaxed and easy,

floats toward the horizon

 

and into the clouds or the hills,

or the rumpled sea,

and is gone

and how it slides again

 

out of the blackness,

every morning,

on the other side of the world,

like a red flower

streaming upward on its heavenly oils,

say, on a morning in early summer,

at its perfect imperial distance

and have you ever felt for anything

such wild love

do you think there is anywhere,

in any language,

a word billowing enough

for the pleasure

 

that fills you,

as the sun

reaches out,

as it warms you

 

as you stand there,

empty-handed

or have you too

turned from this world

 

or have you too

gone crazy

for power,

for things?

The Sun by Mary Oliver

 

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