Why I Wake Early

by Mary Oliver

Oh Lord, how shining and festive is your gift to us, if we only look, and see.

Impossible to believe we need so much as the world wants us to buy. I have more clothes, lamps, dishes, paper clips than I could possibly use before I die.

back into the rough, uncharted pinewoods where I have lived so much of my life, where everything is so quick and uncertain, so glancing, so improbable, so real.