The most important question you’ll ever answer

My friend Michael sent me this poem. It perfectly illustrates my state of being right now, as well as the questions I’m asking.

I think if we can answer the final question, we receive the key that unlocks doors beyond our imagining.

The Summer Day
By Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

4 thoughts on “The most important question you’ll ever answer

  1. I love that poem!!! If it were not for the Resurrection it would be depressing to me, but as is it is a beautiful description of worship! Thanks for reminding me of it. Love, Mom

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