What Can I Say

For my birthday this year, my dear, sweet friend gave me a book of poetry.  I spent an hour and a half in a coffee shop by myself yesterday and devoured it, many times becoming teary, and, more importantly, becoming inspired.  Here is one of my favorite poems:

What Can I Say

What can I say that I have not said before?
So I'll say it again.

The leaf has a song in it.

Stone is the face of patience.

Inside the river there is an unfinishable story

   and you are somewhere in it

and it will never end until all ends.

Take your busy heart to the art museum and the

   chamber of commerce

but take it also to the forest.

The song you heard singing in the leaf when you

   were a child

is still singing.

I am of years lived, so far, seventy-four,

and the leaf is singing still.

Mary Oliver