16 December 2018

Third Sunday of Advent

Making the House Ready for the Lord

Dear Lord, I have swept and I have washed but
still nothing is as shining as it should be
for you.  Under the sink, for example, is an
uproar of mice - it is the season of their
many children.  What shall I do?  And under the eaves
and through the walls the squirrels
have gnawed their ragged entrances - but it is the season
when they need shelter, so what shall I do?  And
the raccoon limps into the kitchen and opens the cupboard
while the dog snores, the cat hugs the pillow; 
what shall I do?  Beautiful is the new snow falling
in the yard and the fox who is staring boldly
up the path, to the door.  And still I believe you will
come, Lord; you will when I speak to the fox,
the sparrow, the lost dog, the shivering sea-goose, know
that really I am speaking to you whenever I say
as I do all morning and afternoon: Come in, come in.

-- Mary Oliver


Tired Teacher said...

I ❤️ this poem!

Araignee said...

That poem is my life. I forgot to leave food out for the fox tonight and I'm feeling guilty. I just can't keep up with all these critters that keep coming my way.

AsKatKnits said...

Oh, beautiful! And, so perfect! Thank you so much for sharing this!

kathy b said...