Heart
I implore you,
it’s time to come back
from the dark,
It’s morning,
The hills are pink
and the roses
whatever they felt
In the valley of night
are opening now
their soft dresses,
their leaves
are shining.
Why are you laggard googletest?
Sure you have seen this
a thousand times,
which isn’t half enough.
Let the world
have its way with you,
luminous as it is
With mystery
and pain—
graced as it is
with the ordinary
RED BIRD
Mary Oliver