"Less" is Really More

In the Gray Dawn

This lovely prose from Mary Oliver's 
Evidence reminds us of
beauty that is ours to savor.

  This day after Thanksgiving 

I encountered a lone string of

geese flying west in the gray dawn.  

The honking above me was

faint and the winds so powerful. 

Yet the flock seemed to move

effortlessly ahead, and their cries  

echoed long after they disappeared.

Courage and memories that bring 

simple truths to us are often like that.

Beautiful acts of strength and 

persistence, unforgettable yet humble.

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