Great Blue Heron
Watching this great blue heron in a local marsh, I was reminded of a Robert Bly poem about the perennial inability of so many people to find peace and contentment in the present moment — the eternal now. We have much to learn from herons.
WANTING SUMPTUOUS HEAVENS
By Robert Bly
No one grumbles among the oyster clans,
And lobsters play their bone guitars all summer.
Only we, with our opposable thumbs, want
Heaven to be, and God to come, again.
There is no end to our grumbling; we want
Comfortable earth and sumptuous Heaven.
But the heron standing on one leg in the bog
Drinks his dark rum all day, and is content.