Mary Oliver’s poem “In Blackwater Woods” ends with the following words:
To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.
Here is a choral piece that I wrote and I made a quick vocal draft of it so you can hear what it will sound like.
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