Sunday 11 December 2022

A Poem for Advent

Making the House Ready for the Lord | Mary Oliver

Dear Lord, I have swept and I have washed but
still nothing is as shining as it should be
for you. Under the sink, for example, is an
uproar of mice—it is the season of their
many children. What shall I do? And under the eaves
and through the walls the squirrels
have gnawed their ragged entrances—but it is the season
when they need shelter, so what shall I do? And
the raccoon limps into the kitchen and opens the cupboard
while the dog snores, the cat hugs the pillow;
what shall I do? Beautiful is the new snow falling
in the yard and the fox who is staring boldly
up the path, to the door. And still I believe you will
come, Lord: you will, when I speak to the fox,
the sparrow, the lost dog, the shivering sea-goose, know
that really I am speaking to you whenever I say,
as I do all morning and afternoon: Come in, Come in.

© Mary Oliver 2006


  1. Wonderful and lovely! I translated this poem in German and will love to make a lot of small papers and put this fine "story" into all my Christmas-letters! Thank you! So wonderful!!

  2. That's so beautiful. Thank you for sharing that poem.

  3. Thank you, Mary Jane, I love that!

    Gretchen Joanna

  4. Happy Advent week to you. A warm greeting from Viola.

  5. Oh, I love this! Thanks for sharing with us.

  6. That’s a fantastic poem! I’m going to copy it out, frame it, and dedicate it to my 3 crows. Thanks for sharing that 😀 - Shannon, aka Eldest Daughter