A fragment from a poem:
So it is not hard to understand
where God's body is, it is
everywhere and everything; shore and the vast
fields of water, the accidental and the intended
over here, over there. And I bow down
participate and attentive
it is so dense and apparent. And all the same I am still
here, now, I am thinking
not of His thick wrists and His blue
shoulders, but, still, of Him. Where, do you suppose, is His
pale and wonderful mind?
from "On Thy Wondrous Works I Will Meditate (Psalm 145)"
by Mary Oliver, in Thirst, published by Beacon Press, Boston, 2006.
Where do you suppose His mind is? If we were paying attention last Sunday, then we know: "Let the same mind be in you that was in Christ Jesus…" (Philippians 2:5). On this day of waiting, as we prepare for resurrection, let that holy and transcendent mind be somehow resurrected in us.