A Year's Risings with Mary Oliver

Do you think of them as decoration? Think again.... May I invite you to revise your thoughts about them? Oh, Lord, how we are all for in...

1. The flagellated Christ is being carried to San Miguel de Allende. He must be very heavy yet the carriers persist upon the sun flashed...

I don't care for adjectives, yet the world fills me with them. And even beyond what I see, I imagine more. Seeing, for example, with ...

Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood. How grass can be nourishing in the mouths of lambs... How two hands touch ...

The clouds did not say soon, but who can tell for sure, it wasn't the first time I had been fooled; the sky-doors opened and the ra...

There are no words inside his mouth, inside his golden eyes. So we stand, silent, both of us tense under the speechless but faithful tree...

I want to be in partnership with the universe like the tiger lily poking up its gorgeous head among the so-called useless weeds in the u...