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This lovely poem encourages us to go outside and sing. Don’t worry how it sounds. Don’t worry if the garden grows, if you might get rheumatism. Just go outside and sing!
Enjoy it…Mary Oliver’s lovely prose about the uselessness of worrying……
I Worried
by Mary Oliver
I worried a lot.
Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, willl the earth turn
as it was taught , and if not, how shall
I correct it?
Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?
Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.
Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am i going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?
Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing,
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang.