A Poem for Today

I woke up this morning in dread.  In the middle of the night I turned on the television and learned that the election is too close to call.  My sense is that there will be a lot of conflict and uncertainty. between now and whoever is declared president.  

So, I spent a little time looking for a poem to settle my spirit.  I found this one by Mary Oliver.

“Angels,” Mary Oliver

You might see an angel anytime
and anywhere. Of course you have
to open your eyes to a kind of 
second level, but it’s not really
hard. The whole business of 
what’s reality and what isn’t has
never been solved and probably
never will be. So I don’t care to
be too definite about anything. 
I have a lot of edges called Perhaps
and almost nothing you can call
Certainty. For myself, but not 
for other people. That’s a place
you just can’t get into, not 
entirely anyway, other people’s 
heads. 

I’ll just leave you with this. 
I don’t care how many angels can 
dance on the head of a pin. It’s
enough to know that for some people
they exist, and that they dance.