Christ Calming the Storm - Eugene Delacroix |
From Mary Oliver...
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Matthew 8:23-25
Maybe
Sweet Jesus, talkinghis melancholy madness,stood up in the boatand the sea lay down,silky and sorry.
So everybody was savedthat night.But you know how it iswhen somethingdifferent crossesthe threshold—the unclesmutter together,
the women walk away,the young brother beginsto sharpen his knife.Nobody knows what the soul is.
It comes and goeslike the wind over the water—sometimes, for days,you don’t think of it.
Maybe, after the sermon,after the multitude was fed,one or two of them feltthe soul slip forth
like a tremor of pure sunlightbefore exhaustion,that wants to swallow everything,gripped their bones and left them
miserable and sleepy,as they are now, forgettinghow the wind tore at the sailsbefore he rose and talked to it—
tender and luminous and demandingas he always was—a thousand times more frighteningthan the killer storm.
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