Welcoming Wildness

She is an uncertain season who invites me to her liturgy of the hours—

How is COVID-19 impacting the environment?

I am intrigued by articles I have seen this week about how the pandemic is slowing down pollution and restoring a measure of peace to the environment. This poem emerged as I began to think about the resilience of creation to “come back” when spaces open up for her.

Perhaps a kind of generative wildness within our own spirits can come out of extinction during these days. Given all of the horrors of this crisis, I hope for this resurrection possibility.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!”
I call to her–

Wildness.

She is a shy child, eager but afraid
to meet a new friend.

No, that’s not quite right–

She’s been leaning on the door all along?
Waiting–then stumbling into my space

when the portal suddenly swings open?

“Come in, come in. I think we met
once upon a time ago”–

Wildness.

She is in me–sparrow and mockingbird,
wildflower and wilderness wanderer

Yes, that is it–maybe—

“Come on,” she says and reaches out.
“Let’s dance, just for a little while.”

I say “yes”–

unclenching my hands to take hers
while creation sings

Hope.

Author: Jill Crainshaw

I am a professor at Wake Forest University School of Divinity and an ordained PCUSA minister.

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