Signposts

So every day
I was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth
of the ideas of God,
one of which was you.

— Mary Oliver, poem from Red Bird  <link>

Oh, to love what is lovely, and will not last!
What a task
to ask
of anything, or anyone,
yet it is ours,
and not by the century or the year, but by the hours.

— Mary Oliver, from “Snow Geese”, Why I Wake Early (via)  <link>