Labor Day
Song of
the Builders
On a summer
morning
I sat down
on a hillside
to think about
God -
a worthy
pastime.
Near me, I saw
a single
cricket;
it was moving
the grains of the hillside
this way and
that way.
How great was
its energy,
how humble its
effort.
Let us hope
it will always
be like this,
each of us
going on
in our
inexplicable ways
building the
universe.
Mary Oliver, Why
I Wake Early (2004)
What speaks to your heart?
What is it you hope for?
Mary Ann Nelson, OP
Madison, WI
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