Wild Church​
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Praise the light of late November, the thin

sunlight that goes deep in the bones.
 

Praise what little there’s left:

The small boats of milkweed pods, husks, hulls,

shells, the architecture of trees.

 

Praise the meadow of dried weeds: yarrow, goldenrod, chicory, the remains of summer.

Praise the blue sky that hasn’t cracked yet. Praise the sun slipping down behind the beechnuts,

 

 praise the quilt of leaves that covers the grass: Scarlet Oak, Seet Gum, Sugar Maple. Though the darkness gathers, praise our crazy fallen world; it’s all we have, and it’s ever enough.

----By Barbara Crocker

Upcoming Gatherings:
January 25 at 3 p.m.
February 22 at 3 p.m.
March 22 at 5 p.m.
April 26 at 5 p.m.
Our gatherings include reflections, observations, poetry, and your input!​