Turn off the TV
and silence your phone.
Outside your window
soft rain shimmers
like a silver veil.
Listen to its serenade,
drops hitting leaves,
splashing into the birdbath.
Then attune your ears
to the silence under
this murmur and patter.
What do you hear?
The Lord of the Dance
calling to you,
ephphatha!
Be opened!
After reading Mark 7:32-34. Title from “The Winter Apple” by David Whyte. Just published in my parish newsletter, Holy Cross Community Voices.
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Mary Camille Thomas
Mary Camille Thomas is a native of Santa Cruz who is grateful to make her home on the California coast once more after living internationally and on the road. She studied comparative literature at UC Davis and received a master’s degree in library science from UCLA, which gave her a way to earn a living while making a life among books. Her poetry and essays have appeared in the Monk in the World Guest Post Series, Moving Force Journal, Presence, Porter Gulch Review, Second Wind, Sisters Singing, and The New Story, and she has completed a novel called What Lies Buried about a man reckoning with his family’s Nazi past.
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Oh YES! A beautiful directive for a deeply lived and appreciated life. Thank you.
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You are one of my role models for a deeply lived and appreciated life!
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