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Monday, July 25, 2005

A Summer Poem

Both Reverend Mommy and I are out-of-reach of the Internet for the next few days. We seem to have some consensus about Heifer Project, but since Habitat was her suggestion, why don't we wait and see where we are when she returns?

Meanwhile, in this week of heat wave, here's a poem for a summer day.

The Summer Day
-Mary Oliver-

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean--
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down--
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?


  1. It'll be a while before we accumulate enough $$ to give to anybody, so this decision is moot for a while yet.

    Have a good time!

  2. Happy holidays! Take care xx


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