When I Am Among the Trees
“I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, ‘It’s simple,’
they say, ‘and you, too, have come
into the world to do this, to go easy,
to be filled with light, and to shine.'”
– Mary Oliver