I Worried

by Apr 3, 2020Blog, Spiritual Resources2 comments

Today, Friday, we invite you to reflect through Mary Oliver’s poem, “I worried”.

I Worried

Mary Oliver

I worried a lot. Will the garden grow,
will the rivers flow in the right direction,
will the earth turn as it was taught,
and if not, how shall I correct it?

Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?

Will I ever be able to sing?
Even the sparrows can do it and I am well,

Is my eyesight fading, or
am I just imagining it?
Am I going to get rheumatism, lockjaw, dementia?

Finally I saw that worrying had coming to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went into the morning,
and sang.


Obtained from https://www.ccvichapel.org/post/i-worried-me-preocupé


  1. Thomas DeFreitas

    Few poets are as consistently life-giving as the keenly lamented Mary Oliver. Thank you, Sisters, for sharing her luminous words.

    • Amormeus

      Thank you for reading us, Thomas!


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