A Thousand Mornings All night my heart makes its way however it can over the rough ground of uncertainties, but only until night meets and then is o… - Mary Oliver

"Not anyone who says "I'm going to be
careful and smart in the matters of love,"
who says, "I'm going to choose slowly,"
but only those lovers who didn't choose at all
but were, as it were, chosen
by something invisible
and powerful and uncontrollable
and beautiful and possibly even
unsuitable — only those know what I'm talking about
in this talking about love."

So, be slow if you must, but let
the heart still play its true part.
Love still as once you loved, deeply
and without patience. Let God and the world
know you are grateful.That the gift has been given.

The poem was made not just to exist, but to speak — to be company. It was everything that was needed, when everything was needed.