Good Morning, God!
Denise Levertov said it so well, God, in her poem Primary Wonder:
“Days pass when I forget the mystery.
and problems offering
their own ignored solutions
jostle for my attention, they crowd its antechamber
along with a host of diversions,
my courtiers wearing
their colored clothes; caps and bells”
. . .
And, I too, God, will forget. I will forget these majestic peaks, sunlit by the day’s last light. I will forget the mystery of standing next to a giant creature alive since Athens was in her glory.
My mind will fill with the flotsam and jetsam of a busy life. It is a GOOD life, God, perhaps, VERY good. Yet, it seems sad . . . not quite right . . . to forget as Levertov says at the end of this poem
“the mystery that there is anything, anything at all,
let alone cosmos, joy, memory, everything
rather than void:
and that, O Lord, Creator, Hallowed one
You still, hour by hour sustain it.”
Ah, God! I need to fill my Heart with Words of Wonder! I need to step out of my Daily Doings and into Your Love-Filled Mystery that is always with us — always waiting — always welcoming.