welcome, october

Lines Written In the Growing Days of Darkness
Every year we have been
witness to it: how the
world descends
into a rich mash, in order that
it may resume.
And therefore
who would cry out
to the petals on the ground
to stay,
knowing as we must
how the vivacity of what was is married
to the vitality of what will be?
I don’t say
it’s easy, but
what else will do
if the love one claims to have for the world
be true?
So let us go on, cheerfully enough,
this and every crisping day,
though the sun be swinging east,
and the ponds be cold and black,
and the sweets of the year be doomed.
Devotions; The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver. Penguin Press, 2017, p. 49

A beautiful reminder that we are all descending into a “rich mash” for a reason… I AM BEING MADE NEW.

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