Reaching out.

Have I lived enough?

Have I loved enough?

Have I considered Right Action enough, have I come

to any conclusion?

Have I experienced happiness with sufficient gratitude?

Have I endured loneliness with grace?

 

I say this, or perhaps I'm just thinking it.

Actually, I probably think too much.

 

Then I step out into the garden,

where the gardener, who is said to be a simple man,

is tending his children, the roses.

 

Mary Oliver - The Gardener.

Done