I worried by Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver is one of my favorite poets.  I found this poem while I was researching my homily for this Sunday - March 2 - the 8th Sunday in Ordinary Time.  I quote part of the poem in my homily- here is the full text:

I Worried

by Mary Oliver

I worried a lot.  Will the garden grow, will the rivers

flow in the right direction, will the earth turn

as it was taught, and if not how shall

I correct it?

Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,

can I do better?

Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows

can do it and I am, well,

hopeless.

Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,

am I going to get rheumatism,

lockjaw, dementia?

Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.

And gave it up.  And took my old body

and went out into the morning,

and sang.