I think
I could have
built a house
to live in
with the single cord--
half seasoned, half not--
trucked into the
driveway and
tumbled down. But, instead,
friends came
and together we stacked it
for the long, cold days
that are--
maybe the only sure thing in the world--
coming soon.
How to keep warm
is always a problem,
isn't it?
Of course, there's love.
And there's prayer.
I don't belittle them,
and they have warmed me,
but differently,
from the heart outwards.
Imagine what swirls of frost will cling
to the windows, what white lawns
I will look out on
as I rise from morning prayers,
as I remember love, that leaves yet never leaves,
as I go out into the yard
and bring the wood in
with struggling steps,
with struggling thoughts,
bundle by bundle,
to be burned.
Mary Oliver
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| Our memory garden--St. Scholastica and the gazebo |
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| The little umbrella-like tree under the bell tower |
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| Beautiful all year round. |
How much snow have we had since Friday here in Harborcreek, PA right along the Lake Erie shore? My guess would be 12-15".
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