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Faith 2016 by Drea May faith bring optimism and opportunity. Creativity brings interesting and unexpected results. http://dreajensengallery.pixels.com/featured/faith-2016-drea-jensen.html

Faith 2016 by Drea
May faith bring optimism and opportunity. Creativity brings interesting and unexpected results.
http://dreajensengallery.pixels.com/featured/faith-2016-drea-jensen.html

The Lark
by Mary Oliver

And I have seen,
at dawn,
the lark
spin out of the long grass

and into the pink air —
its wings,
which are neither wide
nor overstrong,

fluttering —
the pectorals
ploughing and flashing
for nothing but altitude —

and the song
bursting
all the while
from the red throat.

And then he descends,
and is sorry.
His little head hangs
and he pants for breath

for a few moments
among the hoops of the grass,
which are crisp and dry,
where most of his living is done —

and then something summons him again
and up he goes,
his shoulders working,
his whole body almost collapsing and floating

to the edges of the world.
We are reconciled, I think,
to too much.
Better to be a bird, like this one —

an ornament of the eternal.
As he came down once, to the nest of the grass,
“Squander the day, but save the soul,”
I heard him say.

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