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Many people don't get poetry. For me, it's like fireworks going off, set off by words. Or it's knowing something all your life, and finding that thought expressed for the first time by a fellow human being.

Still, poetry can be obscure or self-important. I don't mind obscure because sometimes you have to lift the latch for the fireworks to be set off. Self-important -- even that I can relate to. I know the feeling of importance.

A friend recommended this book to me. Mary Oliver is the most accessible poet I've ever read. There was recognition of what she was saying and emotional connection in so many of the poems. My friend said that Mary Oliver's previous works were about nature and not God. I found these poems exquisite -- and the title (and poem of the same name), applied to God. It reminded me of Psalm 42 -- As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul longs for You.

If you don't get poetry, at least pick up one of her books and let me know if her poetry doesn't touch you, too.