Friday, July 30, 2010


Mysteries, Yes

Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous
  to be understood.

How grass can be nourishing in the
  mouths of the lambs.
How rivers and stones are forever
  in allegiance with gravity
     while we ourselves dream of rising.
How two hands touch and the bond will
   never be broken.
How people come, from delight or the
  scars of damage,
to the comfort of a poem.

Let me keep my distance, always, from those
  who think they have the answers.

Let me keep company always with those who say
  "Look!" and laugh in astonishment,
 and bow their heads.

-Mary Oliver,  from Evidence: Poems by Mary Oliver

Like the Hebrew alphabet, the alphabet of grace has no vowels, and in that sense his words to us are always veiled, subtle, cryptic, so that it is left to us to delve their meaning, to fill in the vowels, for ourselves by means of all the faith and imagination we can muster. God speaks to us in such a way… Out of the shadowy street comes a cry for help.  We must learn to listen to the cock-crows and hammering and tick-tock of our lives for the holy and elusive word that is spoken to us out of their depths."

~Frederick Beuchner, Alphabet of Grace  from How to Hear from God at A Holy Experience 


Walking to China said...

That is truly lovely, as is the other Mary Oliver poem on your site. Thanks for posting it.

Kait Palmer said...

Beautiful. That fed my soul today. Thank you.

Heather of the EO said...

Yes. Thank you for sharing these two grace-filled things. I needed this.

Fijufic said...

These are the best parts of life. Thank you for sharing yours...