and the
black oak I especially adore, and the
wings of birds.
But you are present
too in the body, listening to the body,
teaching it to live, instead of all
that touching, with disembodied joy.
We do not do this easily. We have
lived so long in the heavens of touch,
and we maintain our mutability, our
physicality,
even as we begin to
apprehend the other world.
Slowly we
make our appreciative response.
Slowly appreciation swells to
astonishment.
and we enter the dialogue
of our lives that is beyond all understanding or conclusion.
It is mystery,
It is love of God. It is obedience.
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