Today I'll Just Give Him the Alphabet
They
say there was a farmer who was in his field on a Friday afternoon and
he forgot to watch his time closely and the sun sank so he couldn't
travel home to celebrate the Seder and the Sabbath with his family.
He was forced to spend the entire day in his field until sundown the next night.
So
Saturday night when he goes home, he's met by his wife who is quite
irate, as well as by a quite irate rabbi who scolds him for being so
careless.
But
then the rabbi said to the farmer, “Now, did you at least pray out in
the field? You spent the day missing Sabbath. Did you at least pray?”
The farmer said, “Well, rabbi, I'm not that bright a man and all the prayers I knew I was able to say in about five minutes.
So
what I did, I spent the rest of the day just reciting the alphabet,
thinking to my self that God is intelligent, He can make words out of
all those letters.”
H/T To Ron Rolheiser for the story
The above is a repost from my archives here
Today
Today I’m flying low and I’m
not saying a word.
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.
But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m travelling
a terrific distance.
Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.
Mary Oliver
Source: A Thousand Mornings
not saying a word.
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.
But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m travelling
a terrific distance.
Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.
Mary Oliver
Source: A Thousand Mornings
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