Thursday, November 22, 2012

Grace by Mary Oliver

I don’t want you to just sit down at the table. 
I don’t want you to just eat and be content. 
I want you to walk out into the fields 

Where the water is shining and the rice has risen.
I want you to stand there far from this white tablecloth.
I want you to fill your hands with mud, like a blessing.

Mary Oliver
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