Having buried a loved one yesterday, this poem hits differently than it did a week ago. I like the line, "A thing for fools, this." It makes me smirk, and know deep in my heart that I never want to stop being a fool.

@Mike Coughlin, "sinking back into the source of everything." That image is sticking with me. Sort of like a trust fall, but the second you give up control you are already caught, and realize you were never let go in the first place.

@Mike Coughlin! Thanks for the thought! To be honest I hadn't even thought of posting the homilies to the Forum, but I see that there is even a Forum section titled "Homilies." Bob thinks of everything! I added my most recent to that page.

This poem immediately made me think of a line from another one: "To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go." -Mary Oliver

Eileen, I just love the words you use. "...that sweet tender place where my feet are held to Earth." Mmm! Another beautiful image. Do you write often?

Thanks for sharing, Mike. I really like the image of so many little boxes on the Zoom screen raising up bread and wine at once.

"the touch that comforts a silent scream." Wow, that image is staying with me.

@Dorothy Valerian mine too! :)

The words on my heart when I read this poem are PROPHETIC IMAGINATION. No matter how we want to better the world, we need to be able to envision it....to believe that it is possible. To have hope in not just what is, but in the whimsical world of would could be. Or, as Mary and Dorothy write, of what May Be. Yes! It flutters my heart to think about it. p.s. I found a little bio for Mary Oliver on this page: https://www.holytroublemakers.com/mary. It's written for children and it's delightful. The book it comes from (Holy Troublemakers and Unconventional Saints !!) includes this illustration by Gillian Gamble. I love it.