Grace and peace!
For all of January and February, we have journeyed through the season of Epiphany. As you may recall, “epiphany” means “revealed,” and these past eight weeks have been a series of readings and sermons about some of the many ways that God is revealed to us, and our call to be the revelation of God to the world.
I find Mary Oliver to be a poet of Epiphany; her work explores how the holy is present all around us, every day. So on this last Friday of Epiphany, I share this poem from her book Thirst:
My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird—
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever