Matthew 6:14-15

blessed be the trees
swaying in the breeze
bending to the changing winds
shaping themselves to the new and unfamiliar
yet with foundation unwavering 
roots spread out wide and deep
showing us how to be
— Rev Kate Buckley

I Worried

I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it was taught, and if not how shall I correct it?

Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven, can I do better?

Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows can do it and I am, well, hopeless.

Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it, am I going to get rheumatism, lockjaw, dementia? Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing. And gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning and sang.

—Mary Oliver