Mary Oliver says it this way:
Everyone should be born into this world happy
and loving everything.
But in truth it rarely works that way.
For myself, I have spent my life clamoring toward it.
Halleluiah, anyway I'm not where I started!
Seems fitting for Holy Week as I find myself clamoring toward happy, toward hallelujah, toward life. Things rarely work out the way that I think they should. But wow--am I grateful for this moment and that the journey keeps going. Hallelujah, indeed.
(if you would like to read the whole poem, here's the link: Mary's Oliver's poem "Hallelujah")
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