Today, Friday, we invite you to reflect through Mary Oliver’s poem, “I worried”.
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,
Obtained from https://www.ccvichapel.org/post/i-worried-me-preocupé