Mysteries, Yes
Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood.
How grass can be nourishing in the mouths of the lambs. How rivers and stones are forever in allegiance with gravity while we ourselves dream of rising. How two hands touch and the bonds will never be broken. How people come, from delight
or the scars of damage, to the comfort of a poem.
Let me keep my distance, always, from those who think they have the answers.
Let me keep company always with those who say “Look!” and laugh in astonishment, and bow their heads.
Mary Oliver 1935-2019
I have posted this wonderous poem form Episcapalian poet, Mary Oliver, because it has reminded me to return to awe and wonder when I am being flooded with information and regulation in the midst of this pandemic. That we should take a moment...every day...and ponder the beauty and mystery that is God's creation. If we can intentionally seek that mystery, which we call Christ, we will be just fine.
So go and ponder why lambs eat grass of all things.
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