too marvelous to be understood

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Friday, May 06, 2011
blue glass


Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous
  to be understood.

How grass can be nourishing in the
  mouths of the lambs.
How rivers and stones are forever
  in allegiance with gravity
    while we ourselves dream of rising.
How two hands touch and the bonds will
  never be broken.
How people come, from delight or the
  scars of damage,
to the comfort of a poem.

Let me keep my distance, always, from those
  who think they have the answers.

Let me keep company always with those who say
    "Look!" and laugh in astonishment,
  and bow their heads.

Mary Oliver, from Evidence: Poems

This was one of the poem in your pocket poems I found at the library. I like it very much!

(the photo is from the Museum of Glass in Tacoma. They were closed when I was there, but this was outside. I need to go back.)
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