19 Jul
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halleluiah leonardHalleluiah
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.
Hallelujah, anyway I’m not where I

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 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.

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