A Song for Autumn (Poem by Mary Oliver)
In the deep fall don’t you imagine the leaves think how comfortable it will be to touch the earth instead of the nothingness of air and the endless freshets of wind?
In the deep fall don’t you imagine the leaves think how comfortable it will be to touch the earth instead of the nothingness of air and the endless freshets of wind?
We make the world in which we live
By what we gather and what we give…
No matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.
We pray, not for new earth or heaven, but to be quiet in heart, and in eye clear.
A wedding day poem for our niece who met her groom in a permaculture class.
We are the manifestations and expressions of Love.
We need to be busy being newly born, always astonished.
On the looms of Spirit, in the woof and warp of eternal substance, perfection is patterned.
You have to be willing to move through life together the way the long grasses move in a field…
Let’s let the sky do all the talking…
I am sharing these words at our town’s 9/11 memorial service today, representing local clergy.
Does the fabric you identify with align with your actual life?