Living
The fire in leaf and grass
so green it seems
each summer the last summer.
The wind blowing, the leaves
shivering in the sun,
each day the last day.
A red salamander
so cold and so
easy to catch, dreamily
moves his delicate feet
and long tail. I hold
my hand open for him to go.
Each minute the last minute.
+ Denise Levertov
I wonder if maybe this is something like what it means to “live eternally” here and now, to embrace each moment as if it were the most important moment, as if it were both the Alpha and the Omega, as if it were an eternal moment, as eternal gift. May this poem be a blessing in your day.
Grace and Peace,
Pastor Alan