Curations: Grass
If y'all are like me, you are really suffering from the pollen this year. But the grass is more than just an annoyance to allergies, or a manicured lawn, or cud for cows. Read these words from "Song of Myself" by Walt Whitman (shared most recently by The SALT Project):
A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose?
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Why should I wish to see God better than this day? I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass, I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is sign’d by God’s name, And I leave them where they are, for I know that wheresoe’er I go, Others will punctually come for ever and ever.
How do you find grass to be "hopeful"?
What might we remember about God by considering the grass, "a scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt"?
In our wishing to see God "better," where might we miss seeing God? Are there other ways than what Whitman offers (i.e. moments, time, others, self)?
I'd love to hear your responses to these, and any other thoughts or reflections you may have on Whitman's words. Comment or feel free to send me an email!
- GJD
