As the deer longs for running water
so my soul longs for you, O God.
~ Psalm 42:1
As I walked down the hill this morning, somewhat distracted with thoughts of
things to be done
choices poorly made
and the usual things that can make me miss what it is real and important and beautiful...
suddenly I looked, and there, standing still not far from me, was a beautiful deer.
A little twitch, but mostly mutual gaze for a minute.
Then, another twitch and off (she?) went.
What a gift for the morning...an encounter that helps drop away the other thoughts and refocus.
As the deer stands, quietly, peacefully, so may I be peacefully and quietly rooted in a different posture for my day.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
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Your note brings this to mind, with more piety than may be apparent:
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The deer and the dachshund are one.
Well, the gods grow out of the weather.
The people grow out of the weather;
The gods grow out of the people.
Encore, encore, encore les dieux...
The distance between the dark steeple
And cobble ten thousand and three
Is more than a seven-foot inchworm
Could measure by moonlight in June.
Kiss, cats: for the deer and the dachshund
Are one. My window is twenty-nine three
And plenty of window for me.
The steeples are empty and so are the people,
There's nothing whatever to see
Except Polacks that pass in their motors
And play concertinas all night.
They think that things are all right,
Since the deer and the dachshund are one.
- Wallace Stevens
Quite uncharacteristically, I'm on the side of the dachshund - offering still unpacked ironies regarding grace.
Oh that creation bring us into presence. Thank God for the deer and all our deer ones. I love you.
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