How on earth did I miss this by Mary Oliver? I notice it was referenced by Sacred Ordinary in an entry dated May of 2006 and in Panhala at some point...
The page at Panhala is beautiful... Messenger, by Mary Oliver
The poem begins:
"My work is loving the world." ...
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be
"Messenger", by Mary Oliver; Thirst: Poems, 2006 Beacon Press
Completely unrelated, I'm off to see a matinee of the latest Harry Potter film.... I'm sure it will be good.. and I'm just as sure I probably won't write any review of it..