I
held my breath
as we do
sometimes
to stop time
when something wonderful
has touched us
as with a match,
which is lit, and bright,
but does not hurt
in the common way,
but delightfully,
as if delight
were the most serious thing
you ever felt.
(Portion of "Snow Geese" by Mary Oliver)
Ah yes. That resonates with me. Very well-articulated. Thanks for sharing! xx
ReplyDeleteIsn't it a beautiful sentence, Ganise?! It really, really struck me when I first read it the other day and I knew I just had to share it. Thanks for reading! :)
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