Here is the good news
for a Sunday in June.
There is no solution.Your life is not a problem
to be solved.
This is the Gospel
for a morning when
the salmon berries dangle
in their sable caps,
luscious from the green-gold leaves.If you do not take a handful
and smear them on your tongue
the deer will do it, the deerwill come so silently to steal
the beauty you do not see.
In virescent pools of fern onthis, the hottest morning yet,
the cool sour huckleberry’s fire
will succor you. And given
the wild possibility of such a world,
is it not the best news of all
that there is no conclusion,
only survival, in the never-ending
chaos of your faith?
Photo: Salmon berries in my hand on
a woods walk in the Northwest forest.