Would You Like to Make a Comment?

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And that is just the point…
how the world, moist and beautiful,
calls to each of us to make a new and serious response.

That’s the big question,
the one the world throws at you every morning.
“Here you are, alive.
Would you like to make a comment?”
~Mary Oliver

 

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It is impossible to stay a silent observer of the world when you awake still alive.
It demands a response.

I would like to make a comment.

It isn’t only nature pulling what was once lush and young into the ground:
daily we witness flying leaves and dropping temperatures, brisk winds and chill rains.

Human kind also is skilled at killing and dying too young.

There can be no complacency in observing such violence in progress.
It blusters, rips, drenches, encompasses, buries.
Nothing remains as it was.

And here I am, alive.
Struck and wrung.
A witness.
Called to comment.
Dying to respond.

 

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8 thoughts on “Would You Like to Make a Comment?

  1. The only thing this last week I could think of to leave, as a comment to this world, was to sponsor a child. Her name is Abigail, which means “Joy of the Father.” I saw her little face among pages and pages of other little faces and like picking up one single fallen leaf I brought her loveliness to my heart. Its all I can do. My only answer to a world that seems to choose harm. I can hold one little girl between my heart and God’s. I know everyone has to find their own way to put good back into the world in response to evil, but I believe we do each need to find a way.

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  2. ‘Struck and wrung” just about says it all for me…
    The last photo in today’s post caught me breathless. I have never seen a configuration quite like it.
    Thank you, Emily — for all.

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  3. As comforting as I find witnessing the rhythms of nature – autumn leaves, winter’s power, spring’s rebirth, and summer’s warmth, I can’t avoid looking over my shoulder at the disruptive rhythms within our communities that feel like a plague on our humanity. Nature’s cycle of death and rebirth, devoid of systemic violence seems to strike a much more rhythmic balance than humnities pendelum swinging moods. My comment for the day.

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