In the north country now it is spring and there
Is a certain celebration. The thrush has come home…
It is okay to know only
One song if it is this one. Hear it
Rise and fall; the very elements of your soul
Shiver nicely. What would spring be
Without it? Mostly frogs. But don’t worry, he
Arrives, year after year, humble and obedient
And gorgeous. You listen and you know
You could live a better life than you do, be
Softer, kinder. And maybe this year you will
Be able to do it. Here how his voice rises and falls. There is no way to be
Sufficiently grateful for the gifts we are given, no way to speak the Lord’s name
Often enough, though we do try, and
Especially now, as the dappled breast
Breathes in the pines and heaven’s windows in the north country, now spring has come,
Are opened wide.
There has yet to be a day when I read one of Mary’s poems that I don’t feel as if I have witnessed a miracle. Some days the miracle brings a tightening to the chest that proceeds an “oh yes, this is what love is.” Today is one of those days and poems. I have been lately thinking how what I have to give and receive is the next breath. It is all that I have control over – to breath in peace and to breath out love. To breathe, dedicating absolute love and union with the beloved world is the one song I have and it is sung in the rise and the fall of my chest. I do not know if I can live a better life next year or be kinder even to those I love most, but I do know that now, for at least this next breath, I can pray with my breath and so speak the Lord’s name. In this way, perhaps I can lessen a bit hell on earth and give heaven’s hope to others, one breath, one song, and one bird at a time.
What song do you sing in gratitude?