Sunday, June 15, 2014

A summation of father's day, church things, and life right now

After Her Death - Mary Oliver

I am trying to find the lesson
for tomorrow. Matthew something.
Which lectionary? I have not forgotten 
the Way, but a little, 
the way to the Way. The trees keep whispering
peace, peace, and the birds
in the shallows are full of the 
bodies of small fish and are 
content. They open their wings 
so easily, and fly. It is still 
               I open the book
which the strange, difficult, beautiful church
has given me. To Matthew. Anywhere.

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