November 6: My Well, Mary Oliver, "Thirst"

I am not done with Mary Oliver yet.  You may be hearing from her all month.  She fills up my well when it's running dry.

Tonight, Saint Marty has a Mary Oliver poem for the families of those killed in that small, Texas church yesterday.

Thirst

by:  Mary Oliver

Another morning and I wake with thirst for the goodness I do not have.  I walk out to the pond and all the way God has given us such beautiful lessons.  Oh Lord, I was never a quick scholar but sulked and hunched over my books past the hour and the bell; grant me, in your mercy, a little more time.  Love for the earth and love for you are having such a long conversation in my heart.  Who knows what will finally happen or where I will be sent, yet already I have given a great many things away, expecting to be told to pack nothing, except the prayers which, with this thirst, I am slowly learning.