This amazing poem by American Poet Mary Oliver showed up in my inbox today… Not only is it poignant and beautiful but it mirrors another quote (by Eleanor Roosevelt) that I posted on Twitter today.
“Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. But Today is a gift, that’s why they call it the present!”
If we truly consider today as a gift, how will we live it? Who will we touch? What will be our legacy?
The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean–
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down,
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
~ Mary Oliver ~
(New and Selected Poems, Volume I)
The choice is yours – What will you do with your precious life?
Mary Oliver (born September 10, 1935) is an American poet. Read more about Mary Oliver here.