No wrong seasons
March 21, 2013 § Leave a comment
As our Xavier community continues to hope for an early Easter, here is a poem from Mary Oliver, which, for me, doubles as prayer.
We humans think in terms of seasons, of there being cycles and time periods. There is winter and there is spring, and there is not winter during spring or spring during winter.
With God there are no seasons. What God wants, God gets. With nothing, He gives everything.
Gregory: rise, pick up your mat, and walk.
Hurricane (by Mary Oliver)
It didn’t behave
like anything you had
ever imagined. The wind
tore at the trees, the rain
fell for days slant and hard.
The back of the hand
to everything. I watched
the trees bow and their leaves fall
and crawl back into the earth.
As though, that was that.
This was one hurricane
I lived through, the other one
was of a different sort, and
lasted longer. Then
I felt my own leaves giving up and
falling. The back of the hand to
everything. But listen now to what happened
to the actual trees;
toward the end of that summer they
pushed new leaves from their stubbed limbs.
It was the wrong season, yes,
but they couldn’t stop. They
looked like telephone poles and didn’t
care. And after the leaves came
blossoms. For some things
there are no wrong seasons.
Which is what I dream of for me.
Posted by Matt Emerson.