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Sunday, October 17, 2021

Poem: Mary Oliver

I am thinking, or trying to think, about all the 
Imponderables for which we have no answers, 
yet endless interest all the 
Range of our lives... 

Mystery, after all, is God’s other name... 
But, but--- excuse me now, please; 

it’s morning, heavenly bright, 
and my irrepressible heart begs me to hurry on 
Into the next exquisite moment.

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