Goldfinches by Mary Oliver
Some goldfinches were having a melodious argument at the edge of a puddle. The birds wanted to bathe, or perhaps just to dip their heads and look at themselves, and they were having trouble with who should be first, and so on. So they discussed it while I stood in the distance, listening. Perhaps in Tibet, in the old holy places, they also have such fragile bells. Or are these birds really just that, bells come to us--come to this road in America--let us bow our heads and remember now how we used to do it, say a prayer. Meanwhile the birds bathe and splash and have a good time. Then they fly off, their dark wings opening from their bright, yellow bodies; their tiny feet, all washed, clasping the air.

This is not the Jesus who was struck by lightning and burned yesterday?
ReplyDeleteYes!!! It's Touchdown Jesus!!
ReplyDeleteI laughed and laughed over that. Does that make me a heathen?
Yes, Ms. Rider, one and the same. Couldn't take the heat!
ReplyDeleteBut did you hear? Like the Terminator, BBJ will be back, better than before. Wait...was that the Six Million Dollar Man? "We can rebuild him, bigger, better, stronger, faster..."? Never mind. I love, though, how the pastor refused to say that the lightning strike was was an Act of God! Hey, if lightning isn't an Act of God, then WTF is?
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