Float A Little Above This Difficult World

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I offered the following poem (“The Ponds”) at the staff meeting yesterday.  Mary Oliver’s language and imagery is rife with meaning, particularly this Advent.

Float A Little Above This Difficult World

I want to believe I am looking into the white fire of a great mystery…and I do.

Every year the lilies are so

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I offered the following poem (“The Ponds”) at the staff meeting yesterday.  Mary Oliver’s language and imagery is rife with meaning, particularly this Advent.

Float A Little Above This Difficult World

I want to believe I am looking into the white fire of a great mystery…and I do.

Every year the lilies are so perfect I can hardly believe their lapped light crowding the black, mid-summer ponds.

Nobody could count all of them—the muskrats swimming among the pads and the grasses can reach out their muscular arms and touch only so many, they are that rife and wild.  But what in this world is perfect?

I bend closer and see how this one is clearly lopsided—and that one wears an orange blight—and this one is a glossy cheek half nibbled away—and that one is a slumped purse full of it own unstoppable decay.

Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled—to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world.  I want to believe that I am looking into the white fire of a great mystery.  I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing—that the light is everything—that it is more than the sum of each flawed blossom rising and fading.  And I do.

~Mary Oliver, in  House of Light

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