The Summer Day

Greetings everyone,

As you know, SALT is taking a digital hiatus this summer but, our very own Rev. Elizabeth Myer Boulton, snapped this lovely shot of her daughter Maggie on top of a mountain in New Hampshire and it reminded us of Mary Oliver's poem, "The Summer Day."

Here's hoping you're all well and enjoying the God's grasshoppers! 

Peace and love,

The SALT Team

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

+ Mary Oliver