Good afternoon friends,
I’m going out of town for a funeral over night, and as such, I have not been able to write my usual reflection. I hope you’ll forgive me for not boring you to tears with some theological rambling this week, but I did want to give you something to read. Here are two poems. The first is Mary Oliver’s “Wild Geese” and the second is Emily Dickinson’s “‘Hope’ is a thing with feathers”. I hope you enjoy them on this rainy day.
Grace & Peace,
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.