Hello, sun in my face,
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety –
best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light –
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.
This was one of the poems which was read at our July meeting. It is by American poet Mary Oliver and seems particularly appropriate in the UK just at the moment.
We resume our calendar of events at Wychwood Circle on September 9th with a second visit from Mark Vernon, writer, philosopher and psychotherapist.