Mysteries, Yes

Mysteries, Yes
By Mary Oliver

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.

I love this version of the Ave Maria (Hail Mary), but it is in Italian and so these are my efforts at a very loose translation of most of the words of the verses

Ora pro nobis is Latin for Pray for Us  but I think most of you will already know that one.

Woman of waiting
Mother of hope
Woman of smiles

Mother of silence
Woman of the margins

Mother of Love
Woman of rest
Mother of the journey
Woman of the desert
Mother of Breath

Woman of the evening
Mother of memories

 Woman of this moment
and Mother of the past

Woman on Earth 
Mother of Love 
 Ave Maria : Hail Mary

Ora Pro Nobis : Pray for us

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