Who, Where, What, Why

Where are you when I need you.

Why are you not here just now.

What would you say if I were happy or sad

When can I finally meet you.

Why can't you show yourself

sooner rather than later

I'm beginning to want you here all the time

I want to share stories with you

Every day

Why can't you see this

Who are you again?

You're the smile on my face.

The flip in my belly

The bumper to my iPhone4

*sigh*

Show yourself to me someday?

Angela x

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Poetry Corner

I found this poem in the comment section of a very heartfelt blog post froma girl who's blog I started reading today. I liked it.

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.


Angela xx
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