935: Have you noticed?
Day 935: Friday, October 7, 2022
Have you noticed? (Make sure to read Victoria’s announcement at the end of the reflection!)
Ghosts by Mary Oliver
Have you noticed?
Where so many millions of powerful bawling beasts
lay down on the earth and died
it’s hard to tell now
what’s bone, and what merely
The golden eagle, for instance,
has a bit of heaviness in him;
moreover the huge barns
seem ready, sometimes, to ramble off
toward deeper grass.
near the Bitterroot Mountains:
a man named Lewis kneels down
on the prairie watching
a sparrow’s nest cleverly concealed in the wild hyssop
and lined with buffalo hair. The chicks,
not more than a day hatched, lean
quietly into the thick wool as if
content, after all,
to have left the perfect world and fallen,
helpless and blind,
into the flowered fields and the perils
of this one.
In the book of the earth it is written:
nothing can die.
In the book of the Sioux it is written:
they have gone away into the earth to hide.
Nothing will coax them out again
but the people dancing.
Said the old-timers:
is the sweetest meat
Passengers shooting from train windows
could hardly miss, they were
Afterward the carcasses
stank unbelievably, and sang with flies, ribboned
with slopes of white fat,
black ropes of blood—hellhunks
in the prairie heat.
Have you noticed? how the rain
falls soft as the fall
of moccasins. Have you noticed?
how the immense circles still,
stubbornly, after a hundred years,
mark the grass where the rich droppings
from the roaring bulls
fell to earth as the herd stood
day after day, moon after moon
in their tribal circle, outwaiting
the packed of yellow-eyed wolves that are also
have you noticed? gone now.
Once only, and then in a dream,
I watched while, secretly
and with the tenderness of any caring woman,
a cow gave birth
to a red calf, tongued him dry and nursed him
in a warm corner
of the clear night
in the fragrant grass
in the wild domains
of the prairie spring, and I asked them
in my dream I knelt down and asked them
to make room for me.
Announcement from Victoria
forEmmaus Intentional Faith CommunityLiturgy
October 9, 2022
About a year ago, the Liturgy Committee gathered (over Zoom) to schedule our calendar and discuss our theme for the 2022 year ahead. And even though it has only been just a year, it may as well have been four or five years at the rate of crises, pandemics, deaths, hurricanes and the constant breaking news stories that have come our way over this year!
During that meeting, we discussed having a liturgy composed of mostly poetry…especially because the current Liturgy Committee members are, for the most part, lovers of all things poetry! So, this coming Sunday night’s liturgy is just that!
We’ll gather, for only our third time at Knox Church (and also over Zoom), to celebrate the gift of poetry…six liturgy committee members will offer their longtime favorite works of poetry and then offer a brief commentary as to why and how their chosen poem has affected them. Then during our dialogue homily, we will all have the opportunity to offer our reflections and insights on these same poems.
Poetry offers us so many gifts: the gentle reminders to take time to “sit” with a poem; to breathe in rhythm with the words and feelings expressed; to listen for the feelings that the words may evoke within each of us; and to relish in the shared experiences that have brought meaning to us, through our coming together all these many years.
Come, this Sunday, with your heart open to receive these and so many other presents that poetry can provide to each of us.
Come, sit, breathe, relax, and find refreshment for your soul.