Season of loss: inspired


I am not sure when this season of loss began. Was it this past Christmas season or way back last summer? It seems that a trend has manifested itself of friends losing their parents. Usually I write a condolence note about once or twice a year. This year it seems to be every month. Even several times a month. It has become difficult put loss in perspective again and again. Then the latest loss, a friend’s Dad, revealed this poem by Mary Oliver:

I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.

I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down

into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,

how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,

which is what I have been doing all day.

Tell me, what else should I have done?

Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do

with your one wild and precious life?


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