“Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?”
Who made the garden?
This garden, I mean —
the one carved out of the blackberries and trees?
“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 - amended from The Summer Day
