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 

possible.

               I open the book

which the strange, difficult, beautiful church

has given me. To Matthew. Anywhere.

Thursday Verse: "We real cool" - Gwendolyn Brooks

                The Pool Players.
        Seven at the Golden Shovel.

            We real cool. We   

            Left school. We

            Lurk late. We

            Strike straight. We

            Sing sin. We   

            Thin gin. We

            Jazz June. We   

            Die soon.

Hear Gwendolyn read the poem here.