Happy Saturday!

ANOTHER EVERY DAY POEM ~ MARY OLIVER

Every day
I consider
the lilies-
how they are dressed-

and the ravens-
how they are fed-
and how each of these
is a miracle

of Lord-love
and of sorrow-
for the lilies
in their bright dresses

cannot last
but wrinkle fast
and fall,
and the little ravens

in their windy nest
rise up
in such pleasure
at the sight

of fresh meat
that makes their lives sweet-
that such brevity-

the lavish clothes,
the ruddy food-
makes the world
so full, so good.