Reflections for

27th Sunday in Ordinary Time, Oct 08, 2017

Exodus 20:1-4, 7-9, 12-20; Psalm 19; (Isaiah 5:1-7; Psalm 80:7-15;) Philippians 3:4b-14; Matthew 21:33-46


Count it all as loss

All of it: children whistling ryegrass,
my husband rubbing my back

in his sleep. Consider rubbish the sun
climbing the eye of Delicate Arch,

the scent of popped-open coffee.
Leave it behind, pleads the scourge-

scarred Paul. Lay it down and rise.
But even loss is hard to count as loss.

This morning frost has leathered
the nasturtium, but I cannot endure

ripping the haloes of leaves from their pot.
The astilbe, once a lavender mist

in my window, burns toward winter,
seed heads trembling like the hands

of an old charismatic. Maybe in heaven
I will remember the March I buried

those bare roots around the base of the oak
and brooded about some sin or another

holding me fast in the mud, spring
the only unseen I could bear to believe.


Revised Common Lectionary © 1992 the Consultation on Common Texts. Used by permission.