Last Sunday, I preached about repentance, beginning with Mary Oliver’s beloved poem, Wild Geese.
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile
the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear