A Poem for Sunday

Golden Hill by Bridget Guerzon Mills
Golden Hill by Bridgette Guerzon Mills

Wringing Out My Clothes

Such love does
the sky now pour
that whenever I stand in a field,

I have to wring out the light
when I get
home.

~ Saint Francis of Assisi

from Love Poems from God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West, translated by Daniel Ladinsky

Food for Thought & Action: Look, notice, behold, appreciate the sky and the light today.

Question: When was the last time you were so drenched with wonder and awe that you had to wring your clothes out?

ARTWORK: Used with the permission of the artist–Bridgette Guerzon Mills. See her work here:

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