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;
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I Will Keep Broken Things by Alice Walker
Wild Geese by Mary Oliver
At the End of the Year- Blessings by John O'Donohue
Start Close In by David Whyte
An Apple Tree Was Concerned- A Poem by Hafez
An apple tree was concerned
about a late frost and losing its gifts
that would help feed a poor family close by.
Can't the clouds be generous with what falls from them?
Can't the sun ration itself with precision?
They can speak, trees,
they can say the sweetest things
but it takes special ears to hear them,
ears that have listened to people
with great care.
