“...God,
or the gods, are invisible, quite
understandable.
But holiness is visible
entirely...”
Mary
Oliver (excerpt from “Leaves and Blossoms Along the Way”)
Included in this
wonderful Mary Oliver poem, sent to my by my friend, Linda, are the
lines:
“...All
important ideas must include the trees,
the
mountains, and the rivers.”
So true. And there's no
better time to see the visible holiness of creation than Spring. Oh,
my gosh, everything here in the deep South is pea-green and madly
blooming. The air is filled with the stuff of new life—pollen
clouds blow around like flocks of birds. It covers my car, the porch
furniture, and Liza when she jumps through the dog door from the back
yard, oak blossoms adorning her like the toilet-paper-trees at
Toomer's Corner. All humans here walk about with red-rimmed eyes and
drippy noses. Spring has well and truly come.
I love it, to tell you
the truth. I spray Flonase into my sinuses and head out, scratchy
eyes and all. It would be such a shame to miss a single second of
this beauty.
“...For
how many years did I wander slowly,
through
the forest. What wonder and
glory I
would have missed had I once been
in a
hurry...”
(Mary Oliver)
Aren't you grateful to
have eyes, scratchy or not, and even drippy sinuses? They let us know
we're alive and, like the trees, our sap is still flowing. When you
go outside today, give thanks. The light has come, and even if you
still have snow where you are, the warm sun and the lovely dogwoods
cannot be far behind. Holiness made visible.
In the Spirit,
Jane
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