Your Sunday Poem

This from "Red Bird, Poems by Mary Oliver."  For other works by her, check the Amazon link to the right.  Support your favorite poet.  Buy one of their collections today.

Small Bodies

It is almost summer.  In the pond

the pickerel leap,

and the delicate teal have brought forth

their many charming young,

and the turtle is ravenous.

It is hard sometimes, oh Lord,

to be faithful.

I am more boldly made

than the little ducks, paddling and laughing.

But not so bold

as the turtle

with his greasy mouth.

I know you know everything --

I rely on this.

Still, there are so many small bodies in the world,

for which I am afraid.