In January of this year, poet Mary Oliver died at the age of 83. In her poem “When Death Comes” she writes: “When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument. I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.”
Hers was a life very particular and very real, shared with the world through her poetry. I look forward to seeing you in church to honor Mary Oliver, consider the power of her poetry and the ways her insights and her questions give us opportunities to pause, breathe, cry, reflect, and live differently.