It is foggy and cold here, and I sit with the problems and lives of so many. Even my cat seems sobered by one who came to our home today.
I have been feeling down about the woman who lost two sons. Usually I am up, but sometimes I do feel overwhelmed by the problems facing individuals and countries, even though my logic says that all this mess can be viewed as a learning experience, that we need something to push against, blah, blah, blah.
So, I'm feeling a bit down, and dear Stephanie shares this poem. I eat at this table for now.
“Were I to Teach a Course on God”
by Nancy Shaffer
I would teach God with plates of pomegranates,
Both before they were opened and after.
I would bring wet washcloths.
We would bury our faces and eat-
All that luminescent purple-red,
Those clear bright kernels fitted in tight rows
On small and tumbling hills-
And all that juice, so easily broken,
Sweet and puckery at once.
We would say nothing.
I would teach this way,
With plates of fruit, a knife, many washcloths.
With my eyes very large; my mouth mostly silent,
So all might eat.
