Saturday, February 8, 2014

At last count, eight inches outside my front door.

There is something
     about the snow-laden sky
          in winter
               in the late afternoon

that brings to the heart elation
     and the lovely meaninglessness
          of time.
               Whenever I get home- whenever-

somebody loves me there.
          I stand in the same dark peace
               as any pine tree,

or wander on slowly
     like the still unhurried wind,
               as for a gift,

for the snow to begin
     which it does
          at first casually,
               then, irrepressibly.

Wherever else I live-
     in music, in words,
          in the fires of the heart,
               I abide just as deeply

in this nameless, indivisible place,
     this world,
          which is falling apart now,
               which is white and wild,

which is faithful beyond all our expressions of faith,
     our deepest prayers.
          Don't worry, sooner or later I'll be home.
               Red-cheeked from the roused wind,

I'll stand in the doorway,
     stamping my boots and slapping my hands,
          my shoulders
               covered with stars.

                                                                                  -Mary Oliver

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As fellow travelers on this journey, we commit to this covenant before God. Lord, in Your mercy, hear these our prayers:

When confronted with scarcity, need, and inadequacy, may we be nourished by the Bread of Life and the Cup of Salvation. Abundance overflows from Your table, sustaining all who come in faith. Father, help us.

When monotony blurs our vision and dulls our senses, may we encounter others as Christ did, through intentional presence in daily life, submitting as clay to be formed into vessels filled with the Spirit. Christ, guide us.

When wounded by the fractured condition of Your people, may we be united by Your Lordship in faith, hope, and love; seeing, as through the facets of a diamond, the beautiful spectrum of Your light reflected onto Your holy Church joined in praise. Spirit, empower us.

When all Creation groans, afflicted by injustice and driven to despair, may the promise of redemption root us in the hope of Your Kingdom: "Behold, I am making all things new!"

Holy Trinity, send us now into the world in peace, and grant us strength and courage to love and serve You with gladness and singleness of heart.