Listen
Listen. Really listen to mother coyote at midnight and you'll stay awake forever. Stand still, not far from the bird feeder eavesdropping on gossip of nuthatch and titmouse, finch and pine siskin. This is all the morning news you need. In the evening when you hear Jesus weeping in the garden, stay awhile. Don't ask, "What's wrong?" Never ask anybody that. He'll just answer, "Oh, it's nothing." True poverty is resting without words. You think he is grieving about tomorrow? Really listen. There is never another day. His tears are for the beauty of silence, the soft abundance of the dark, and in the midst of all our sorrows, the gift of this breath. Photo: Cornell Lab, All About Birds