Last Day of Advent 2016: Song of Marys

"Something is wrong, I know it, if I don't keep my attention on eternity. May I be the tiniest nail in the house of the universe, tiny but useful. May I stay forever in the stream. May I look down upon the windflower and the bull thistle and the coreopsis with the greatest respect." (Mary Oliver)

Writing here every day has helped me pay attention, helped me be "tiny but useful." Thank you from the very bottom of my heart. And here's one last Advent poem, inspired by Mary Oliver, Mary the Mother of Jesus, and being with you, my amazing readers, for these last four weeks.


All I can do is stand
in the stream of my own life,
the collection of identities
I was born into and the
collection of stories I am becoming,
and all I can do is
not run away from what I find there--
daily failures, my suffering
and the suffering of those I love,
the drive to survive,
to live and die telling that truest of stories,
how you, Lord,
found me, how you grew in my womb,
and how I never stopped saying,
Holy, holy, holy,
this world,
and holy, holy, holy,
sharing it with you.