Food for the Flock 53

December 12, 2018


I enjoy the word play of poet Mary Oliver. She is a Pulitzer Prize recipient who grapples with faith and love often set in the midst of the physical world that she depicts with palpable clarity. I hope you will enjoy the following poem called “Making the House Ready for the Lord.”


Dear Lord, I have swept and I have washed but

        still nothing is as shining as it should be

for you. Under the sink, for example, is an

        uproar of mice—it is the season of their

many children. What shall I do? And under the eaves

        and through the walls the squirrels

have gnawed their ragged entrances—but it is the season

        when they need shelter, so what shall I do? And

the raccoon limps into the kitchen and opens the cupboard

        while the dog snores, the cat hugs the pillow;

what shall I do? Beautiful is the snow falling

        in the yard and the fox who is staring boldly

up the path, to the door. And still I believe you will

        come, Lord: you will, when I speak to the fox,

the sparrow, the lost dog, the shivering sea-goose, know

        that really I am speaking to you whenever I say,

as I do all morning and afternoon: Come in, Come in.

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