I am thinking
or trying to think
about all the imponderables
for which we have no answers
yet endless interest
all the range of our lives.
And its good for the head,
no doubt, to undertake such
meditation.
Mystery after all is God’s other name
and deserves our considerations, surely.
But, but excuse me now please.
Its morning, heavenly bright
and my irrepressible heart
begs me to hurry on
into the next exquisite moment.
Mary Oliver