Letting them IN … (06/28/16)
“Dear Lord, I have swept and I have washed, but still nothing is as shining as it should be … Under the sink, for example, there is an uproar of mice, for it is the season of their many children — So 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 most need shelter — So what shall I do? … And the raccoon now limps into the kitchen and opens the cupboard each night while the dog snores and the cat hugs the pillow, and yet she too needs to eat — So what shall I do?
Beautiful is the new snow falling in the yard, and beautiful is the fox staring longingly up the path to my warm door. And even though there is no sign of you, still I believe you will come, Lord. Still I believe you will come …
And so — when I speak to the fox, and to the sparrow, and to the lost dog, and to the shivering sea-goose, know Lord that I am really speaking to you whenever I say, as I do every morning and every single afternoon: Come in, Friend … Please, come in.”
~ inspired by Mary Oliver
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