When I Am Among the Trees – Poem by Mary Oliver

Posted on March 25, 2013 | 3 comments

When I Am Among the Trees – Poem by Mary Oliver

When I Am Among the Trees

When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness. I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself, in which I have goodness, and discernment, and never hurry through the world

but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves and call out, “Stay awhile.” The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say, “and you too have come into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine.”

by Mary Oliver

Thirst Beacon Press, 2006

3 Comments

  1. Libby March 25, 2013

    Blessings all

  2. Marco March 25, 2013

    Your poem is really good.

  3. Santianna June 20, 2014

    I feel the same way. Speak in whispers and love me more, they say. They truly speak to me and if I stay long enough, they show me that we (the trees and I) are one.

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