Sitting outside on the screened porch on a beautiful and mild Spring morning (finally!). Listening. Looking.
After a while I open a page and read Marie Howe’s poem, “The World.” (Is this some kind of divine inspiration or something? I mean, this particular poem, on this particular morning?)
“I couldn’t tell one song from another,
which bird said what or to whom or for what reason.
The oak tree seemed to be writing something using very few words. …
… I thought I was safe,
but my death remembered its date:
only so many summer nights still stood before me, full moon, waning moon,
October mornings: what to make of them?”
There are no “routine” days, even though we come to think that way. Receive this day as the precious gift that it is from God.
Be thankful. You’ll find yourself joyful!
Pastor Andy Ballentine