Peace

Enjoying the first fall air through open windows. Listening to the Tallest Man on Earth. Feeling absolutely filled to the brim with gratitude. No room for anything else. 

Messenger

My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird-
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?

Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? 
Let me keep my mind on what matters, 
which is my work, 
which is mostly standing still and learning to be
astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes, 
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleep dug-up clam, 
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.

-Mary Oliver