Definition #217 My Song

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This is what we do, reach for what we love the most, and practice everyday.

What we are striving for emerges as something singular to the creator

your own song.

-Laurie Doctor

“Until the song
that is your life
falls into your own cupped hands
and you recognize and greet it.”

Martha Postlewaite, Annunciation

Mary Oliver’s The Return:

I do not want to be frisky, and theatrical.
I do not want to go forward in the parade of names.
I do not want to be diligent or necessary or in any way
heavy.
From my mouth to God’s ear, I swear it; I want only
to be a song.
To wander around in the fields like a little reed bird.
To be a song.

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3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. lauriedoctor
    May 21, 2015 @ 22:52:55

    Hi Jeanne- it looks like this post came from
    my blog- those are my words (this is what we do…) leading up to the poems I quoted- so I am puzzled that you don’t cite this- or perhaps I missed something?

    Reply

  2. jeannepoland
    May 22, 2015 @ 09:25:00

    Apology; correction made.
    J

    Reply

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