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Lughnassadh Poetry

Little Summer Poem Touching the Subject of Faith
by Mary Oliver

Every summer
I listen and look
under the sun’s brass and even
into the moonlight, but I can’t hear

anything, I can’t see anything —
not the pale roots digging down, nor the green stalks muscling up,
nor the leaves
deepening their damp pleats,

nor the tassels making,
nor the shucks, nor the cobs.
And still,
every day,

the leafy fields
grow taller and thicker —
green gowns lofting up in the night,
showered with silk.

And so, every summer,
I fail as a witness, seeing nothing —
I am deaf too
to the tick of the leaves,

the tapping of downwardness from the banyan feet —
all of it
beyond any seeable proof, or hearable hum.

And, therefore, let the immeasurable come.
Let the unknowable touch the buckle of my spine.
Let the wind turn in the trees,
and the mystery hidden in the dirt

swing through the air.
How could I look at anything in this world
and tremble, and grip my hands over my heart?
What should I fear?

One morning
in the leafy green ocean
the honeycomb of the corn’s beautiful body
is sure to be there.

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  • August 2, 2009, 10:25 am Hecate

    One of my all-time favorites!

  • August 3, 2009, 6:03 am Beth Owl's Daughter

    Oh, thanks, Hecate! Me too! I spent quite a while looking through some other runners-up, since I already used it a couple of years ago. But really – this is just so dead on for Lughnasadh, don't you think?

    I so love Mary Oliver…
    – B.

  • August 3, 2009, 6:33 am Star

    The Full Moon, Lughnasadh ritual at 4QF Sat. evening was beautiful (we all dressed up!) and powerful (we had a successful spiral dance). There was a blend of Spiralheart folks from the camp that had just ended, 4QF members and staff, and new folks. After each participant breathed their gratitude and/or commitments into some cornmeal and placed it in a cauldron that was covered to metaphorically bake. We then uncovered and ceremonially "broke the bread" (a round cornbread that looked like the sun and/or moon!) together in the center supporting the new connections between the two communities (SH and 4QF. Then we did a spiral dance that produced a small cone of power and resulted in much communing within the circle at the end of ritual. A perfect way to end camp and celebrate the first harvest. For supper, prior to the ritual, we had cornbread and peach cobbler with the meal representing the fruits of the first harvest.

    I feel that my Artist Way year is producing its first harvest already and I am deeply grateful!


  • August 3, 2009, 5:31 pm Beth Owl's Daughter

    Oh, how wonderful, Star! Thank you thank you for these delicious images..May all your harvests be lush and deeply powerful!

    I missed you so much this summer. I am glad Camp was a terrific new beginning.

    Welcome home!
    – B.