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On Thy Wondrous Works I Will Meditate (Psalm 145)
Mary Oliver

Every morning I want to kneel down on the golden
         cloth of the sand and say
some kind of musical thanks for
         the world that is happening again—another day—
from the shawl of wind coming out of the
         west to the firm green

flesh of the melon lately sliced open and
         eaten, its chill and ample body
flavored with mercy.  I want
         to be worthy of—what? Glory?  Yes, unimaginable glory.
O Lord of melons, of mercy, though I am
        not ready, nor worthy, I am climbing toward you.

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