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I am looking through my poetry books for poems of Incarnation (as I think about Advent’s soon appearance). Tonight I was reading through Mary Oliver’s poems, when I landed on this little treasure and wanted to share it with someone. Hope you enjoy.

In Praise of Craziness, of a Certain Kind

On cold evenings
my grandmother,
with ownership of half her mind–
the other half having flown back to Bohemia–

spread newspapers over the porch floor
so, she said, the garden ants could crawl beneath,
as under a blanket, and keep warm,

and what shall I wish for, for myself,
but, being so struck by the lightning of years,
to be like her with what is left, that loving.

by Mary Oliver (from New and Selected Poems, Volume 2)

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