In case you’re like me and missed church this morning, meditate for a moment on this poem by Mary Oliver.
Oliver was a best-selling poet from rural Ohio who, like many of us, was inspired by Whitman and Thoreau. Read this poem. Take a walk. Take the day off.
A Thousand Mornings
Today I’m flying low and I’m not saying a word.
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little, the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten. And so forth.
But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling a terrific distance.
Stillness. One of the doors into the temple.