Took a walk early today, to mail out some bills and cards and also to pick up grocery order, from the small deli in the center/centre of our town. The owner is also our town council representative and has been very helpful and important advocate for us with the rebuilding of the seawall that collapsed, etc.
Walking back with the bundles, I saw this poem inside a plastic sandwich bag tacked to a tree on the street level entrance on the beach. It’s near the memorial bench for our neighbor Mrs. Roger’s, my dad’s bench is on the opposite side closest to our house.
Here is the text of poem that was written out via Goodreads(dot)com:
“Of course! the path to heaven
doesn’t lie down in flat miles.
It’s in the imagination
with which you perceive
and the gestures
with which you honor it.
– Mary Oliver, excerpt…
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