"Something whispered something that was not even a word.
It was more like a silence that was understandable.
I was standing at the edge of the pond.
Nothing living, what we call living, was in sight.
And yet, the voice entered me,
my body, with so much happiness.
And there was nothing there
but the water, the sky, the grass."
(A poem from Mary Oliver's new book ~Red Bird~)
