The Journey

The Journey

One day you finally knew_ what you had to do,
and began,_
though the voices around you kept shouting _their bad advice
-_though the whole house _began to tremble _
and you felt the old tug_ at your ankles.
_”Mend my life!”_each voice cried._
But you didn’t stop._
You knew what you had to do,_
though the wind pried_ with its stiff finger s_at the very foundations,
though their melancholy _was terrible._
It was already late _enough, and a wild night,_
and the road full of fallen _branches and stones._
But little by little,_ as you left their voices behind,_
the stars began to burn_ through the sheets of clouds,
_and there was a new voice
_which you slowly_ recognized as your own,
_that kept you company_ as you strode deeper and deeper _into the world,_
determined to do _the only thing you could do
–_determined to save _the only life you could save.

By Mary Oliver


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