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Poetic Pause: Goldenrod, Mary Oliver

Goldenrod

 On roadsides,
  in fall fields,
      in rumpy bunches,
          saffron and orange and pale gold, 

in little towers,
  soft as mash,
      sneeze-bringers and seed-bearers,
          full of bees sand yellow beads and perfect flowerlets

and orange butterflies.
  I don’t suppose
      much notice comes of it, except for honey,
           and how it heartens the heart with its

blank blaze.
  I don’t suppose anything loves it, except, perhaps,
      the rocky voids
          filled by its dumb dazzle.

For myself,
  I was just passing by, when the wind flared
      and the blossoms rustled,
          and the glittering pandemonium

leaned on me.
  I was just minding my own business
      when I found myself on their straw hillsides,
          citron and butter-colored,

and was happy, and why not?
  Are not the difficult labors of our lives
      full of dark hours?
          And what has consciousness come to anyway, so far,

that is better than these light-filled bodies?
  All day
       on their airy backbones
           they toss in the wind,

they bend as though it was natural and godly to bend,
  they rise in a stiff sweetness,
      in the pure peace of giving
           one’s gold away.

What’s your favorite line?  

DAY 3: BEAUTY

Look for wonder through a camera lens throughout the day. Carry a camera or your camera-equipped cell phone to snap photos of God’s beauty, grace, love, peace, and joy all around you. Share these beautiful moments of wonder with others.

Why Listening Matters

What are you listening to at this moment?

Me?

  • Steady rain pelting the windows
  • Thunder pealing
  • Fingers tapping madly away on a keyboard
  • George Winston’s “The Cries of the Wetland 2”
  • Tires playing in puddles
  • And okay, and the occasional slurping of coffee

Notice I chose the word listening instead of hearing, which is the simple the act of perceiving sound by the ear. Unless you’re hearing-impaired, hearing simply happens. Listening, however, requires a pause – a decision to concentrate.

I encourage you to set aside one minute today. Simply listen. Soak it in. Pay attention.

Let’s take in the melodies of life, nature, and even man-made devices and turn them into opportunities for pause and praise.

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