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Today is Astronomical Lughnasadh – Halfway Between Solstice and Equinox

For many years, I have made this a tradition during the days of Lughnasadh. I adore this poem, and since today is the  astronomical day, being at the exact mid-point between Summer Solstice and Autumn Equinox, I am encoring it from years past.

With it, I send you blessings of abundant, miraculous harvests — especially when they are immeasurable, and unknowable just yet.

Love and thanks to each of you. Keep the faith.

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.