Halleluiah, by Mary Oliver

Everyone should be born into this world happy
     and loving everything.
But in truth it rarely works that way.
For myself, I have spent my life clamoring toward  it.
Halleluiah, anyway I'm not where I started!

And have you too been trudging like that, sometimes
     almost forgetting how wondrous the world is
         and how miraculously kind some people can be?
And have you too decided that probably nothing important
     is ever that easy?
Not, say, for the first sixty years.

Halleluiah, I'm sixty now, and even a little more,
and some days I feel I have wings.

Mary Oliver

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