Have I lived enough?
Have I loved enough?
Have I considered Right Action enough,
have I come to any conclusion?
Have I experienced happiness with
Have I endured loneliness with grace?
I say this, or perhaps I’m just thinking it.
Actually, I probably think too much.
Then I step out into the garden,
where the gardener, who is said to be a simple
man, is tending his children, the roses.
By Mary Oliver
This Labor Day, in the midst of the pandemic and a hotly contested presidential election….it is a great day for you and me to step out into the garden and see who is tending the children, the roses.