Last updated on August 26, 2024
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Everyone should be born into this world happy
and loving everything.
But in truth, it rarely works that way.
For myself, I have spent my life clamoring toward it.
Halleluiah, anyway I’m not where I started!
And have you too been trudging like that, sometimes
almost forgetting how wondrous the world is
and how miraculously kind some people can be?
And have you too decided that probably nothing important
is ever easy?
Not, say, for the first sixty years.
Halleluiah, I’m sixty now, and even a little more,
and some days I feel I have wings.
“Halleluiah” by Marie Oliver
I almost made it through the first magical year of being sixty year old. Only three more months and this wonderful chapter will be history as well.
This poem made me smile. “Spot on!”
I feel like I have wings too, not every day, but some days. On other days I feel like my feet have been superglued to the ground.
Halleluja indeed. I made it this far.
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I love Mary Oliver’s poems but had not read this one! How wonderfully true!
I am so glad you got to read it.
Hopefully the wing days outnumber the superglue days! Great poem, thanks for sharing!
Thanks, Leigha,
You’re welcome.
May your magic continue! 🪄 Thank you for sharing Oliver’s empowering poem. She’s one of my favorites – in fact one of the characters in my novella shares the same last name – a nod to Mary’s contributions. 👏🏻
Thank you, Michele. I have your novella on my “to read” list.
Thank you! You know I love your posts… “love” made me think of your post about that word. 😄 Thanks too about adding my novella to your “to read” list. Delighted and honored to be there!
You are so kind and very sweet. Thank you.
You’re very welcome and thank you! 🌻
Love Mary Oliver.
We have so much in common.
Glorious poem … sums up how life is exactly
I love this, and am so glad I could think about it this morning. Hallelujah!
Happy Tuesday! 🌺🩷
Happy Wednesday to you. 🙂
Thanks for sharing Oliver’s lovely poem. A good attitude is beneficial to your mental health and your relationships. It’s no wonder you sprouted wings! 🙂
Don’t we all when we get older? But you are right, it’s all about attitude.
I think I have a few damaged feathers but the wings mostly work OK!
LOL I got my wings clipped numerous times, now there is no holding me back anymore, other than age and pain in my bones. Not much wing flopping going on right now. It’s too hot. 🙂
Celebrating where we are is always a good exercise. Mom died at 54 and Dad died at 65. I am now headed to 71. Something to shout Hallelujah about. Happy Tuesday Bridget. Allan
Happy Wednesday to you, Allan.
What a beautiful poem & post. Thanks for sharing and congratulations to your happy wings 🤗
Thank you for reading.
Yes, indeed
🙂