In this time

I sat out on the front stoop for a change this afternoon

At the suggestion of a friend

Who may or may not have known she was suggesting.

Nothing happened.

The warm air hovered in the bright breeze

The sun toweled off the moisture from the morning showers

A mother and daughter walked down the street with their black lab

Who was greeted enthusiastically by the shepherds in the priest’s house

Yes, nothing happened

And it had all the smell

And shine

And wonder

Of miracle.

-J McGinty, 3.20.2020

First Morning

There are many first mornings

You come to learn.

First morning of school

Of Summer

Of a new friendship

Of marriage

Of illness and of recovery.

First light too,

Comes first, and oddly comes again and again across the years.

And a voice says, “Begin here. Here now.

Do not live in the past; that you’ve already done.

Recall it savor it regret it celebrate it,

But do not live in it.

For today is the first day. See the first light of this first morning?

It is unlike any first morning I have made before.

The light plays in ways it has learned in playing first mornings before.

Today I make a new way for you.

Walk in it willingly, I tell you it will

Feed you

Comfort you

Surprise you

Teach you

Change you

Make and break you

Heal you

Kill you

Rebirth you forever.

It all comes from me, so

Trust it

Accept it

Revel in it

From this present into the future

See the first light

Of the first morning, always.

You cannot possess it

Nor can you lose it,

You can allow it to wash

Over you and in you and through you.

Do you not perceive it?

I make all things. Only. New.”

Job’s Pond @ Bethany Cottage

Portland CT

11.4.19

Meeting Job Again

Two canines and one human

Arrive at Job’s Pond at night

For the night. The darkness is deep

The silence, deeper; the house, empty

The water, unseen; the air, cold

The dogs, hungry; the human,

Full of wondering.