Another morning and I wake with thirst
for the goodness I do not have.
out to the pond and all the way God has
given us such beautiful lessons.
I was never a quick scholar but sulked
and hunched over my books past the hour
and the bell; grant me, in your mercy,
a little more time.
Love for the earth
and love for you are having such a long
conversation in my heart.
Who knows what
will finally happen or where I will be sent,
yet already I have given a great many things
away, expecting to be told to pack nothing,
except the prayers which, with this thirst,
I am slowy learning.
— Mary Oliver, Thirst, Beacon Press, Boston, 2006, pp. 1, 52, 69