April 23: Day by Day with Father Bill
FRIDAY OF THE THIRD WEEK OF EASTER
Sorrow is Not My Name by Ross Gay
No matter the pull toward the brink. No
matter the florid, deep sleep awaits.
There is a time for everything. Look,
just this morning a vulture
nodded his red, grizzled head at me,
and I looked at him, admiring
the sickle of his beak.
Then the wind kicked up, and,
after arranging the good suit of feathers,
he up and took off.
Just like that. And to boot,
there are, on this planet alone, something like two
million naturally occurring sweet things,
some with names so generous as to kick
the steel from my knees: agave, persimmon,
stick ball, the purple okra I bought for two bucks
at the market. Think of that. The long night,
the skeleton in the mirror, the man behind me
on the bus taking notes, yeah, yeah.
But look; my niece is running through a field
calling my name. My neighbor sings like an angel
and at the end of my block is a basketball court.
I remember. My color’s green. I’m spring.
Father Bill +
A student at Lawrence University and a faithful member of our Sunday worshiping family, Nathan Graff is performing his Trombone Recital at Lawrence University tomorrow on livestream, 11-11:30 am. Here is the link: