(Anonymous Photo)
MAY
—Mary Oliver
May, and among the miles of leafing,
blossoms storm out of the darkness—
windflowers and moccasin flowers. The bees
dive into them and I too, to gather
their spiritual honey. Mute and meek, yet theirs
is the deepest certainty that this existence too—
this sense of well-being, the flourishing
of the physical body—rides
near the hub of the miracle that everything
is a part of, is as good
as a poem or a prayer, can also make
luminous any dark place on earth.
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—Medusa
For more info on May Day than you can shake a stick at, see www.thebookofdays.com/months/may/1.htm
For some thoughts about Mary Oliver’s “May”, go to matterpattern.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-by-mary-oliver-invocation-of.html
