I first read this poem in a book called 10 Poems to Change Your Life, when I was a teenager and immediately loved it.
It was only later, when I was older and been through a few more hurts, did I really begin to understand it. It became a source of inspiration and courage for me when I was going through a hard time.
So I wanted to share! Maybe you like it as much as I do.
The Journey
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice–
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late enough,
and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the starts began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do–
determined to save
the only life you could save.
Or on Facebook!
all to real. a much nicer way of expressing the disconnect and discontent between me and my family.
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I loved this.
I’ve felt those hurts you are feeling.
Huge hugs from your cajun fan in Louisiana.
Thanks so much Jessica.
Thank you so much for sharing this! I adore this poem, having heard it for the first time almost a year and a half ago. I needed this tonight more than you could possibly know! Big hugs from Alabama.
Big hugs right back at you!
I loved this. Thanks for sharing this.
Thanks for reading!
Thank you for sharing… achingly fitting for someone I love.
Stephanie, I enjoy the information on Mama and Baby Love!! Congratulations on putting together such a well-done site! I SO love and relate to this poem from “Ten Poems to Change Your Life.” I want to let you know about an error in the second line you wrote: “begun” should say “began” according to the poem’s author, Roger Housden. Just a little type-o. Keep up the good work, especially those awesome freezer recipes!!
Best,
Susan
Thanks for taking the time to tell me! I am the worst about typos, always rushing to get a post done.
Another typo is “the starts began to burn” should be “the stars began to burn”.
Also a clarification of Susan’s post above: Roger Housden is not the author; Mary Oliver is the author. But Roger Housden included this poem in a compilation of poems in one of his books.