But I also say this: that light
is an invitation
to happiness,
and that happiness,

when it’s done right,
is a kind of holiness,
palpable and redemptive.

— Mary Oliver, “Poppies”

drink from the well

of your self

and begin

again.

— Bukowski, “Mind and Heart”

whatever
the name of the catastrophe, it is never
the opposite of love.

— Mary Oliver, “Shadows”