in the days of growing darkness, by Mary Oliver.

Although winter is waning, a residual dullness from the season of darkness and contemplation lingers.  February is a tough month in the Midwest: springtime teases but frigid temperatures hold us hostage.  Perhaps these lines, from Mary Oliver, naturalist and poet, may offer optimism and ease to you, as they do to me.

“Lines Written In The Days Of Growing Darkness,” by Mary Oliver.

Every year we have been

witness to it: how the world descends

into a rich mash, in order that

it may resume.

And therefore who would cry out to the petals on the ground to say,

knowing as we must,

how the vivacity of what was is married

to the vitality of what will be?

I don’t say

it’s easy, but

what else will do if the love one claims to have for the world

be true?

So let us go on, cheerfully enough,

this and every crisping day,

though the sun be swinging east,

and the ponds be cold and black,

and the sweets of the year be doomed.

This poem, and a spiritual contemplative practice to accompany, can be found on the Orange County Community of Christ Blog here.

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