In Blackwater WoodsMary Oliver...I'll be burying my Dad this weekend and I thought I'd read this. Wish I could find the rest.John,My wonderful grandmother was buried Friday. I miss her. I hope this helps you:In Blackwater WoodsLook, the treesare turningtheir own bodiesinto pillarsof light,are giving off the richfragrance of cinnamonand fulfillment,the long tapersof cattailsare bursting and floating away overthe blue shouldersof the ponds,and every pond,no matter what itsname is, isnameless now.Every yeareverythingI have ever learnedin my lifetimeleads back to this: the firesand the black river of losswhose other sideis salvation,whose meaningnone of us will ever know.To live in this worldyou must be ableto do three things:to love what is mortal;to hold itagainst your bones knowingyour own life depends on it;and, when the time comes to let it go,to let it go.-Mary Oliverhttp://ww4.choice.net/~marybast/blackwaterwoods.htm
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