Because we are all Monks and our place of work is a seminary, our work a sacrament, our family a monastery, our home a sanctuary; may we learn what they are teaching us without believing God is elsewhere...
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Birthday Songs
And then the bird, unhurried, as though filled
with a fragrance to which it must make some reply, lifts
its small, soft head, and begins
to sing.
Mary Oliver: What Do We Know
Birthday Songs
I dress in the dark
and come forth
into birdsong
netting the morning;
my son's voice from canyons
states away;
notes from the piano in F
my daughter plays;
a child’s arms around and chin
on my shoulders;
love motions
on my birthday
bright
as sun slats
just beginning to angle
across the time rings
of the oak table--
our lives
held in mystery
breaking open
into song
just for the singing.
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