Everything Rushes - from Andrew

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This old post from Andrew Macnab from about two years ago caught my

eye this morning -

 

Dear friends,

 

This poem by Sister Jessica Powers, a carmelite from Wisconsin,

encountered for the first time this morning, illuminates.

 

andrew

 

 

Everything Rushes

 

The brisk blue morning whisked in with a thought:

everything in creation rushes, rushes

toward God-tall trees, small bushes,

quick birds and fish, the beetles, round as naught,

 

eels in the water, deer on forest floor,

what sits in trees, what burrows underground,

what wriggles to declare life must abound,

and we, the spearhead that run on before,

 

and lesser things to which life cannot come:

our work, our words that move toward the

Unmoved,

whatever can be touched, used, handled, loved-

all, all are rushing on ad terminum.

 

So I, with eager voice and news-flushed face,

cry to those caught in comas, stupors, sleeping:

come, everything is running

flying,

leaping,

hurtling through time!

And we are in this race

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie