Finding God in a Mary Oliver Poem

In response to and with lines from At the River Clarion by Mary Oliver

By Taylor Sicko

I don't know who God is exactly.

But I'll tell you this.

Mary Oliver is my first guess.

For she speaks to the holiest parts of water,

and stone,

and mosses.

And isn't that something worth crumbling to your knees?

The woman talks of singing flowers,

and forgiveness of the ticks.

And if she can forgive what killed her faithful dog,

surely I can forgive my Father.

I've heard water is something on which you can walk,

and turn to wine for which you can drink.

Although I'd much prefer to simply flow under the bridge.

Lord knows how hard it is to get there.

And couldn't she have been here all along?

Hiding between the dust on my pages

or disguised as the Wild Geese

crossing the road too slowly.

I believe God wants us to find meaning in everything.

And isn't that very important?

To see the ice caps as crying,

the Aspen leaves as dancing.

To thank both the honey

and the hatchet.

To really look in the mirror.