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Monday, January 31, 2011

Monday Poem: Expecting a Blizzard? Here's a poem...


The snow
began here
this morning and all day
continued, its white
rhetoric everywhere
calling us back to why, how,
whence such beauty and what
the meaning; such
an oracular fever! flowing
past windows, an energy it seemed
would never ebb, never settle
less than lovely! and only now,
deep into night,
it has finally ended.
The silence
is immense,
and the heavens still hold
a million candles, nowhere
the familiar things:
stars, the moon,
the darkness we expect
and nightly turn from. Trees
glitter like castles
of ribbons, the broad fields
smolder with light, a passing
creekbed lies
heaped with shining hills;
and though the questions
that have assailed us all day
remain — not a single
answer has been found –
walking out now
into the silence and the light
under the trees,
and through the fields,
feels like one.

~Mary Oliver~
excerpted from American Primitive


  1. As the snow falls on the high mountains and brings out each shape and height...

    We know that each snow is one snow closer to spring.

    Hope you have a good book, a warm place, some coco or tea, and a
    sense of God's love

  2. Beautiful.
    We are expecting another foot, which seems quite ridiculous. But I am laying in supplies and looking forward to the weekend on the other side of it, when I will have my service of Installation.

  3. Four to seven inches by tomorrow morning, then another ten to fifteen inches from then until Wednesday afternoon.


  4. More snow tomorrow (we have 30+ inches on the ground now!) and then "wintry mix." Ugh. I can deal with the snow (I like snow) but the wintry mix and ice are just awful.

    We haven't had a mid week service since the new year--it snows every week on Wednesday. Seriously. And my elderly midweek congregation just can't get out in it.

  5. RDM, I am wondering if the Tuesday night prayer group will ever meet again. We have a small storm then, followed by the big snow Wednesday.

  6. Not a flake of snow here in the tropics but fierce rain is coming.
    Thanks for reminding us of this beautiful poem, Mary Beth!


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