Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
The first time I heard Mary Oliver’s poem The Summer Day was from the pulpit. My minister read with such skill and such love, I fell into the poem whole. When he spoke the final line—the question at the top of this blog—the words took my breath away, and tears ran down my cheeks. The question took up residence in my soul, and all these years later, it comes to me in moments of prayer and in times of discernment. Questions, for me, are a kind of sacrament. They have a holy power.
With all apologies to the Book of Proverbs, fear is not the beginning of all wisdom—questions are…..
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