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MOLLY K. FLEMING

Words to Grow By.

I Will Try

5/16/2016

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I will try.
I will step from the house to see what I see and hear 
and I will praise it.
I did not come into this world
to be comforted.
I came, like red bird, to sing.
But I'm not red bird, with his head-mop of flame
and the red triangle of his mouth
full of tongue and whistles,
but a woman whose love has vanished,
who thinks now, too much, of roots
and the dark places
where everything is simply holding on.
But this too, I believe, is a place
where God is keeping watch
until we rise, and step forth again and -
but wait.
Be still. Listen!
Is it red bird?
Or something inside myself,
singing?
 
- Mary Oliver, Red Bird
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