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Let It Go

Good people of West Parish,


This week I share with you a poem by Mary Oliver.   One of my favorites.


I invite you to read it slowly.   And then read it again.   And then ask God what truth it might hold for you, and for your life in this moment.


Blessings to you all as you read and listen and pray on this day – this most precious day!


-Katrina



Look, the trees

are turning

their own bodies

into pillars


of light,

are giving off the rich

fragrance of cinnamon

and fulfillment,


the long tapers

of cattails

are bursting and floating away over

the blue shoulders


of the ponds,

and every pond,

no matter what its

name is, is


nameless now.

Every year

everything

I have ever learned


in my lifetime

leads back to this: the fires

and the black river of loss

whose other side


is salvation,

whose meaning

none of us will ever know.

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.