Felicity

by Mary Oliver

only if there are angels in your head will you ever, possibly, see one.

Try to find the right place for yourself. If you can’t find it, at least dream of it.

God, or the gods, are invisible, quite understandable. But holiness is visible, entirely.

“Wasn’t your friendship always as beautiful as a flame?”

How do I love you? Oh, this way and that way. Oh, happily. Perhaps I may elaborate by demonstration? Like this, and like this and no more words now

Everything that was broken has forgotten its brokenness. I live now in a sky-house, through every window the sun. Also your presence. Our touching, our stories. Earthy and holy both. How can this be, but it is. Every day has something in it whose name is Forever.

I can’t remember every spring, I can’t remember everything— so many years! Are the morning kisses the sweetest or the evenings or the inbetweens? All I know is that “thank you” should appear somewhere.