Careless
I haven’t cleaned the cellar,
I forgot to sweep the stair
There’s a button off my jacket
my blue jeans have a tear.
There’s an old, arthritic lady
whom I should uphold in prayer.
But I’m sitting in the moonlight, the moonlight, the moonlight, adoring You by moonlight As if I had no care.
4/16/79
Elizabeth Rooney
My friend Ellen, a beautiful, brilliant, creative, wildly funny woman, introduced me to Elizabeth Rooney. Now, I introduce her to you.
One of my goals in this blog is to introduce women to each other.
Elizabeth Rooney was a poet from Blue Mounds Wisconsin. She wrote about the everyday and the miraculous. It’s only a small problem (this introduction I’m trying to make here) that she’s dead and dancing with Jesus as we speak.
Elizabeth wrote a series of poems – a four volume collection called the All Miracle Series – Morning song, Packages, Storing September and Gift Wrapped are the titles.
I recommend them to you. She will bring you into the ordinary. Into the simple. face to face, heart to heart with things so miraculous that you stop breathing. You hold your whole body still, absorbing the beauty. Afraid to move, lest the wonder of it go Poof! and you find yourself again "normal." Again only human.
Elizabeth rooney has encouraged me to choose like Mary of Bethany chose. to sit in the moonlight with Him – even when the needs and demands and urgencies – the people and "stuff" and obligations are all clamoring. Wailing. Demanding my undivided attention.
come into the moonlight, sisters. Leave it all. The laundry and the deadlines and the needs – both real and imagined. Set it all aside and come into the moonlight.
Mary of Bethany chose the moonlight. She sat there with Jesus. Just happy to be with Him. Just with Him.
Come sit with Him in the moonlight. Adoring Him. Just adoring Him.
First things first. This is the better part, and it will not be taken from you.
Love, Julia