A Poem About Worrying

What a gem to be found in this little poem about the perils of worrying:

I Worried by Mary Oliver

I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it was taught, and if not how shall I correct it?

Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven, can I do better?

Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows can do it and I am, well, hopeless.

Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it, am I going to get rheumatism, lockjaw, dementia?

Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing. And gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang. 

Thanks to my friend Darlene for sharing this one with me :)

Photo credit: http://Photo by Jacques LE HENAFF on Unsplash

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