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Tuesday, April 23, 2024

Photo: Phlox


 

Poem: “Morning” by Sara Teasdale (American, 1884-1933)

 I went out on an April morning

All alone, for my heart was high.

I was a child of the shining meadow,

I was a sister of the sky.

 

There in the windy flood of morning

Longing lifted its weight from me,

Lost as sob in the midst of cheering,

Swept as a sea-bird out to sea.

Monday, April 22, 2024

Photo: Dots of Happiness


 

Poem: “Putting in the Seed” by Robert Frost (American, 1874-1963)

 You come to fetch me from my work tonight

When supper’s on the table, and we’ll see

If I can leave off burying the white

Soft petals fallen from the apple tree

(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite,

Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;)

And go along with you ere you lose sight

Of what you came for and become like me,

Slave to a springtime passion for the earth.

How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed

On through the watching for that early birth

When, just as the soil tarnished with weed,

 

The sturdy seedling with arched body comes

Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.

Sunday, April 21, 2024

Photo: Spring Brilliance


 

Poem: “When I Am Among the Trees” by Mary Oliver (American, 1935-2019)

 When I am among the trees, 

especially the willows and the honey locust, 

equally the beech, the oaks and the pines 

they give off such hints of gladness. 

I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

 

I am so distant from the hope of myself, 

in which I have goodness, and discernment, 

and never hurry through the world

but walk slowly, and bow often.

 

Around me the trees stir in their leaves 

and call out. “Say awhile.” 

The light flows from their branches.

 

And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say, 

“and you too have come 

into this world to do this, to go easy, to be filled 

with light, and to shine.”

Saturday, April 20, 2024

Spirituality: Mary Evelyn Tucker, “Learning to Navigate Amid Loss”, preface to Great Tide Rising, by Kathleen Dean Moore

We are beings of Earth who feel the mysterious rhythms of life unfolding. We sense this in the arc from sunrise to sunset, in the migrating patterns of birds and wild animals, in the call of whales in the depths of the oceans…in the smell of spring soil appearing through winter’s snow. All of it sings to us in the movement of seasons as the planet finds its way around the sun and back again. These rhythms will ground us anew in the Earth that has brought forth and sustained life for billions of years. The rhythms have changed, yes, with climate change and extinction. We are being uprooted from predictable seasonal time, yet we dare to uncover ways forward. Deep time grounds us…Rediscovering who we are. Finding our purpose as humans to enhance life, not diminish it. This is our endless prayer…

Friday, April 19, 2024

Photo: Hold the Calls, please


 

Spirituality: Oscar Romero, God's Living Word

We cannot segregate God’s word from the historical reality in which it is proclaimed. It would not then be God’s word. It would be history, it would be a pious book, a Bible that is just a book in our library. It becomes God’s word because it vivifies, enlightens, contrasts, repudiates, praises what is going on today in this society. 

NOVEMBER 27, 1977