That is Just the Point…

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
“The Morning Poem”

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

An autumn morning 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:
we witness flying leaves and dropping temperatures
giving way to brisk winds and chill rains.

Humankind, like the change in seasons, is skilled at dying:
we face violence across borders, nurture hatred
which blusters, rips, drenches, encompasses, buries.

Nothing can remain as it was.

Yet I awake, lit and alive,
struck and wrung by vanishing darkness,
a witness to the sun rising up
to catch the moon.

Called to comment.
Dying to respond.

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