We have now scrambled successfully over the mountain that we once knew as Mt. Covid. We can see far and wide. Our horizon has expanded, and our outlook is cautiously hopeful, once more. The future is visible and yet still full of storm clouds and instability. As a result, we find ourselves needing to lean on our own particular brand of faith, and on others who have been faithful to us, and have been with us through many a storm. For us to re-imagine a future brimming with promise and abundance, we need to draw strength from one another in the small, yet extraordinary acts of love we are able to perceive in every kind gesture.
May you be present to the gifts of others and our incapacity to know what comes next.
My heart
sings but the apparatus of singing doesn’t convey
half what it feels and means. In spring, there’s hope,
in fall the exquisite, necessary diminishing, in
winter I am as sleepy as any beast in its
leafy cave, but in summer there is
everywhere the luminous sprawl of gifts,
the hospitality of the Lord and my
inadequate answers.