1.
I know a lot of fancy words.
I tear them from my heart and my tongue.
Then I pray.
2.
Lord God, mercy is in your hands, pour
me a little. And tenderness too. My
need is great. Beauty walks so freely
and with such gentleness. Impatience puts
a halter on my face and I run away over
the green fields wanting your voice, your
tenderness, but having to do with only
the sweet grasses of the fields against
my body...
...5.
Oh, feed me this day, Holy Spirit, with
the fragrance of the fields and the
freshness of the oceans which you have
made, and help me to hear and to hold
in all dearness those exacting and wonderful
words of our Lord Christ Jesus, saying:
Follow me.
-Mary Oliver, from "Six Recognitions of the Lord"
1 comment:
I like this a lot. I think you are great, and your blog too, by extension. Keep on keepin' on.
Yours truly,
Marty
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