We of this Fury

The Past “Ain’t that the curse of the second hand” (Mark Heard) My mirror today was time, with her unexplained folding each time I recollect the reason Grandma lives in Oklahoma, I eat cheerios without milk, and where the purple-knit scarf came from “Mad World” looped as I remembered, credence bestowed, not to the absurdity of answers, but Of Time’s erasal Of them all.

21 July 2012

Rabbit Room

A piece that says a lot about the God we are to both fear and love. Maybe sometimes, we forget what it means for Him to love us.
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Mindful--Mary Oliver

Every day
I see or hear
something
that more or less

kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle

in the haystack
of light.
It was what I was born for -
to look, to listen,

to lose myself
inside this soft world -
to instruct myself
over and over

in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,

the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant -
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,

the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help

but grow wise
with such teachings
as these -
the untrimmable light

of the world,
the ocean's shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?
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