“To feel vibrate the enraptured”

The Poem
To Live in the Mercy of God - Denise Levertov

To lie back under the tallest
oldest trees. How far the stems
rise, rise
before ribs of shelter
open!

To live in the mercy of God. The complete
sentence too adequate, has no give.
Awe, not comfort. Stone, elbows of
stony wood beneath lenient
moss bed.

And awe suddenly
passing beyond itself. Becomes
a form of comfort.
Becomes the steady
air you glide on, arms
stretched like the wings of flying foxes.
To hear the multiple silence
of trees, the rainy
forest depths of their listening.

To float, upheld,
as salt water
would hold you,
once you dared.

.

To live in the mercy of God.

To feel vibrate the enraptured

waterfall flinging itself
unabating down and down
to clenched fists of rock.
Swiftness of plunge,
hour after year after century,
O or Ah
uninterrupted, voice
many-stranded.
To breathe
spray. The smoke of it.
Arcs
of steelwhite foam, glissades
of fugitive jade barely perceptible. Such passion—
rage or joy?
Thus, not mild, not temperate,
God’s love for the world. Vast
flood of mercy
flung on resistance.

The Beverage

Tea

Tea is great all day long, in different varieties. The concept of tea contains multitudes: herbal, caffeinated, flavored; bags, loose; brewed in milk over the stove or in a mug with boiling water. There is so much potential in it! And it’s easier than coffee to pull a cup together in between calls, and the serving size of a mug is more sensible for one person than the full pot of coffee. Am I becoming a tea person? Perhaps. I have long been a person who drinks tea, but I am really enjoying it even more lately. I ordered some more tea to have on hand this week, and I am interested in any niche tea recommendations to try some unique and wild things.