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<\/a><\/p>\nAll around us, here in the middle of Detroit, lives abound and follow rhythms older than Detroit\u2019s 312 years, waiting to add drama and texture to the press of our duties and strategies. \u00a0Fisher men and women know about the vast spring Walleye spawn; good news about the river that it hosts these millions, a sign of water health.<\/p>\n
Today\u2019s poet, Mary Oliver, knows that other startling living beings will send us a blessing if we pause to notice.<\/p>\n
Read out loud if you can, pause here and there.<\/p>\n
Have a good day.<\/p>\n
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john sj<\/p>\n
Today\u2019s Post \u00a0The Lark<\/strong><\/p>\n And I have seen, And into the pink air\u2014 Fluttering\u2014 And the song And then he descends, For a few moments And then something summons him again To the edges of the world. An ornament of the eternal. in \u00a0What Do We Know<\/u>\u00a0(2002)<\/strong><\/p>\n Mary Oliver \u00a0September 1935 –<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Wednesday April 29 “April and May mark the start of the walleye spawn. An estimated 10 million walleye (sander vitreus, if you know your dead languages) migrate from Lake Erie in search of the shallow rocky bed common along the … Continue reading
\nAt dawn,
\nThe lark
\nSpin out of the long grass<\/p>\n
\nIts wings,
\nWhich are neither wide
\nNor overstrong,<\/p>\n
\nThe pectorals
\nPloughing and flashing
\nFor nothing but altitude\u2014<\/p>\n
\nBursting
\nAll the while
\nFrom the red throat.<\/p>\n
\nAnd is sorry.
\nHis little head hangs,
\nAnd he pants for breath<\/p>\n
\nAmong the hoops of the grass,
\nWhich are crisp and dry,
\nWhere most of his living is done\u2014<\/p>\n
\nAnd up he goes,
\nHis shoulders working,
\nHis whole body almost collapsing and floating<\/p>\n
\nWe are reconciled, I think,
\nTo too much.
\nBetter to be a bird, like this one\u2014<\/p>\n
\nAs he came down once, to the nest of the grass,
\n\u201cSquander the day, but save the soul,\u201d
\nI heard him say.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n