From the Editor: Do Stones Feel?

Dear friends,
For our Earth Sunday intergenerational worship service this Sunday, Rev. Lacey will invite us to reflect on how to be like a tree… be like a rock… be like water. In that spirit, I wanted to share the following poem by Mary Oliver that reflects on the depth of life in the non-human world around us—both animate and inanimate.

With care,
Lisa

Do Stones Feel?
by Mary Oliver

Do stones feel?
Do they love their life?
Or does their patience drown out everything else?

When I walk on the beach I gather a few
white ones, dark ones, the multiple colors.
Don’t worry, I say, I’ll bring you back, and I do.

Is the tree as it rises delighted with its many
branches,
each one like a poem?

Are the clouds glad to unburden their bundles of rain?

Most of the world says no, no, it’s not possible.

I refuse to think to such a conclusion.
Too terrible it would be, to be wrong.