Groundhog Day
Celebrate this unlikely
oracle,
this ball of fat and fur,
whom we so mysteriously endow
with
the power to predict spring.
Let's hear it for the improbable heroes
who,
frightened at their own shadows,
nonetheless unwittingly work
miracles.
Why shouldn't we believe
this peculiar rodent holds
power
over sun and seasons in his stubby paw?
Who says that God is all
grandeur and glory?
Unnoticed in the earth,
worms
are busily, brainlessly, tilling the soil.
Field mice, all
unthinking, have scattered
seeds that will take root and grow.
Grape
hyacinths, against all reason,
have been holding up green shoots beneath the
snow.
How do you think spring arrives?
There is nothing quieter,
nothing
more secret, miraculous, mundane.
Do you want to play your
part
in bringing it to birth? Nothing simpler.
Find a spot not too far
from the ground
and wait.
~ Lynn Ungar
~
(Blessing the
Bread)
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