Our Global Village

Given the reality that we are again at war in the Middle East, I share a poem by Mary Oliver for contemplation, titled, The Fist:

There are days

when the sun goes down

like a fist,

though of course

if you see anything

in the heavens

in this way

you had better get

your eyes checked

or, better still,

your diminished spirit.

The heavens

have no fist,

or wouldn’t, they have been

shaking it

for a thousand years now,

and even

longer than that,

at the dull, brutish

ways of mankind—

heaven’s own

creation?

Instead: such patience!

Such willingness

to let us continue!

To hear,

little by little,

the voices—

only, so far, in

pockets of the world—

suggesting

the possibilities

of peace?

Keep looking.

Behold, how the fist opens

with invitation.

Let us pray for all service men and women throughout our global village who will pay the ultimate price in the pursuit of peace.

What in the poem caught your attention?