- For my Gentle Readers, which have doubled in number since last year, so I can no longer thank you individually -- but you know who you are! Your comments, support and encouragement are a real boon to an artist living -- ahem -- in the boonies.
- For my friends and acquaintances -- over the 'net and 'up close and personal'.
- For my children, who continue to amaze me.
- For my hamlet-home, cozy in autumn and winter and glorious in spring and summer, a continual source of inspiration for my work.
- For the health, strength and joy with which to do that work.
- For the Creator Who makes it all possible.
Now we are awake
and now we are come together
and now we are thanking the Lord.
This is easy,
for the Lord is everywhere.
He is in the water and the air,
He is in the very walls.
He is around us and in us.
He is the floor on which we kneel.
We make our songs for him
as sweet as we can
for his goodness,
and, lo, he steps into the song
and out of it, having blessed it,
having recognized our intention,
having awakened us, who thought we were awake,
a second time,
having married us to the air and water,
having lifted us in intensity,
having lowered us in beautiful amiability,
having given us
and the weeds, dogs, cities, boats, dreams
that are the world.
- from Her Grave, Again - Part 7 - Matins
published in What Do We Know: Poems & Prose Poems
Mary Oliver, Da Capo Press, Cambridge, MA, USA 2002