Sue Moon’s Blog

When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn;  when death comes and takes all the bright  coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut………………….

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything as a sisterhood and a brotherhood……………

And I think of each life as a flower, as common as a field daisy, and as singular…….

And each body a lion of courage, and something precious to the earth.

When it’s over, I want to say:  all my life I was a bride married to amazement.  I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms……….

-Mary Oliver