"What can I say" by Mary Oliver has been sitting in my heart for a number of months. Read the full poem, and you will see why:⁠

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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.⁠

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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 singing still.⁠

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

and the leaf is singing still.⁠