Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Kindness as described by Mary Oliver

[image from edupic.net]

In the Storm
Some black ducks
were shrugged up
on the shore.

It was snowing
hard, from the east,
and the sea
was in disorder.

Then some sanderlings,
five inches long
with beaks like wire,
flew in,
snowflakes on their backs,

and settled
in a row
behind the ducks --
whose backs were also
covered with snow --

so close
they were all but touching,
they were all but under
the roof of the duck's tails,
so the wind, pretty much,
blew over them.

They stayed that way, motionless,
for maybe an hour,
then the sanderlings,
each a handful of feathers,
shifted, and were blown away
out over the water
which was still raging.

But, somehow,
they came back
and again the ducks,
like a feathered hedge,
let them
crouch there, and live.

If someone you didn't know
told you this,
as I am telling you this,
would you believe it?

Belief isn't always easy.
But this much I have learned --
if not enough else --
to live with my eyes open.

I know what everyone wants
is a miracle.
This wasn't a miracle.
Unless, of course, kindness --
as now and again
some rare person has suggested --
is a miracle.

As surely it is.

~ Mary Oliver ~


  1. How wonderful! I too try to live with my eyes open and make kindness my watchword. This poem is a little miracle all its own...:)

  2. Beautiful..
    kindness is intrinsicly beautiful

  3. Really Beautiful, something we need to be reminded of, often!


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