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From the Staff @ HIEC


Christopher Cole2As we all eagerly await once again hearing the story of shepherds traveling in search of an infant wrapped in bands of cloth, reaching our hands out in humility and awe to receive the sacrament of higher love, and singing those sweet verses “radiant beams from thy holy face, with the dawn of redeeming grace” amidst the refracted light of hundreds of candles; I am drawn to wonder where outside of this beautiful space, this beautiful experience, we are finding and experiencing signs of God’s love?  I recently read a poem by Mary Oliver, titled “On traveling to Beautiful Places,” that I offer to you when contemplating these mystifying signs in your life…

Every day I'm still looking for God
and I'm still finding him everywhere,
in the dust, in the flowerbeds.
Certainly in the ocians,
in the islands that lay in the distance
continients of ice, countries of sand
each with its own set of creatures
and God, by whatever name.
How perfect to be aboard a ship with
maybe a hundred years still in my pocket.
But it's late, for all of us,
and in truth the only ship there is
is the ship we are all on
burning the world as we go.