Saturday, April 07, 2012
Before our time, before years that said no
when anyone passed a church and reverently
bowed, a soul somewhere might go
to heaven, just because of that bow.
And they all felt sad if a rooster crowed,
for something it reminded them of, a story
strong as the cables that hold up the world.
Nobody bows now if a rooster crows.
But maybe something you do, unknowing
or quick to react, without thought of gain’
or loss – maybe that act goes on
over mountains or oceans and finds the same
salvation for you that bowing does.
It is larger now, the church is, and the life
we are in. In it we bow to everything.
- William Stafford