such wild love

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 seas,

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 you have 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?

                                    Mary Oliver   New and Selected Poems, p 50,51

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I think I must be

solar powered

each morning when I rise

I do not fully come alive

until the sun rises

I wait in expectation for that moment

when the sun peaks over the seven devils

or peeks through the clouds

red, orange, pink

the colors of passion set my heart aflame

and I walk, I walk, I walk

mouth agape

foolish

stunned

by the enormity of what I see unfold

in the twirling clouds

or naked sky

and I feel such “wild love”

as my heart set free

opens to the light

to life

to love

too soon too soon

the light fades

and I am left

on just another gravel road

with just another day

stretching before me

and I return to that world where empty people

tweet hate and fear,

and chase after power

and money

seeking that moment

when they finally come alive

yet the sun remains

and I carry it with me

back into my day

and so too I carry the Spirit

the warm presence of another light

which comes down

and fills my soul

warming and glorious,

and stays

and I feel such a wild love

Veni, Sancte Spiritus

come