Storage by Mary Oliver | taken from Felicity
I stumbled across this poem today while reading through a book of Mary Oliver’s poems. I’m pretty sure I said something along these lines days before, “Things! Burn them, burn them!” Burn all the things!
And my favorite is the end:
More room in your heart for love,
for the trees! For the birds who own
nothing– the reason they can fly.
This furthered my desire to continue to savor those things that can’t be seen and to focus less on those that can be seen. We live in such a temporary world. For my days here I want to choose love, not things.