The
Journey
One day you finally
knew what you had to do, and
began, though the voices around
you kept shouting their bad advice--though the whole
house began to tremble and you felt the old
tug at your ankles. "Mend my life!" each voice cried. But you didn't
stop. You knew what you had to
do, though the wind
pried with its stiff
fingers at the very
foundations, though their
melancholy was terrible...
It was already
late enough, and a wild
night, and the road full of
fallen branches and
stones.
But little by
little, as you left their voices
behind, the stars began to
burn through the sheets of
clouds, and there was a new
voice which you slowly recognized as your
own, that kept you
company as you strode deeper and
deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could
do--determined to save the only life you could save.
Poem by Mary Oliver
(many thanks to my friend Tara who introduced me to her words! xo)
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