The gratitude I've felt today has been overwhelming. Every flower, cloud, and bird is exquisite. And then I opened up a magazine and saw this poem, which I share with you...
The Summer Day by Mary Oliver
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've 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?
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