Susan Gorey

Psychotherapy and Conflict Resolution

Poem

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When loneliness comes stalking, go into the fields, consider

the orderliness of the world. Notice

something you have never noticed before,

 

like the tambourine sound of the snow-cricket

whose pale green body is no longer than your thumb.

 

Stare hard at the hummingbird, in the summer rain,

shaking the water-sparks from its wings.

 

Let grief be your sister, she will wither or not.

Rise up from the stump of sorrow, and be green also,

like the diligent leaves.

 

A lifetime isn’t long enough for the beauty of this world 
and the responsibilities of your life.

 

Scatter your flowers over the graves, and walk away.

Be good-natured and untidy in your exuberance.

 

In the glare of your mind, be modest.

And beholden to what is tactile, and thrilling.

 

Live with the beetle, and the wind.

 

– Mary Oliver

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