And as we embark this week into our annual summer community days (Tuesday evening through Saturday evening) this reflection by Mary Oliver seems appropriate:
"On thy wondrous works I will meditate"
Every morning I want to kneel down on the golden
cloth of the sand and say
some kind of musical thanks for
the world that is happening again--another day--
from the shawl of wind coming out of the
west to the firm green
flesh of the melon lately sliced open and
eaten, its chill and ample body
flavored with mercy. I want
to be worthy of--what? Glory?
Yes, unimaginable glory.
O Lord of melons, of mercy, though I am
not ready, nor worthy, I am climbing toward you.
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