Another Everyday Poem
By Mary Oliver

 

Every day

I consider

the lilies-

how they are dressed-

 

and the ravens-

how they are fed-

and how each of these

is a miracle

 

of Lord-love

and of sorrow-

for the lilies

in their bright dresses

 

cannot last

but wrinkle fast

and fall,

and the little ravens

 

in their windy nest

rise up

in such pleasure

at the sight

 

of fresh meat

that makes their lives sweet-

and what a puzzle it is

that such brevity-

 

the lavish clothes,

the ruddy food-

makes the world

so full, so good.