Sunrise by Mary Oliver

You can
die for it–
an idea,
or the world. People

have done so,
their small bodies be bound

to the stake,
an unforgettable
fury of light. But

this morning,
climbing the familiar hills
in the familiar
fabric of dawn, I thought

of China,
and India
and Europe, and I thought
how the sun

for everyone just
so joyfully
as it rises

under the lashes
of my own eyes, and I thought
I am so many!
What is my name?

What is the name
of the deep breath I would take
over and over
for all of us? Call it

whatever you want, it is
happiness, it is another one
of the ways to enter
~Mary Oliver


4 thoughts on “Sunrise by Mary Oliver

  1. Thank you for publishing it—someone told me about this one—was glad it got onto my landscape—are you familiar with “The INvitation” by Oriah Mountain Dreamer—not as poetic, but of a similar impassioned, sacrificial, sacrosanct vein.

    • I’m always so happy to be a shared source of what’s beautiful. I am very familiar with Oriah’s, The Invitation and yes, love it too. Though it’s been years since I read the book, I remember it to be a great source of inspiration and enlightenment, the poem of course being the highlight. I hadn’t thought of the parallels between the two until you mentioned it, but they are definitely there – the passion, the seeking. Just too gorgeous, both of them.
      Blessings to you!

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