July 28, 2010 § Leave a comment


Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye,
clear. What we need is here.

– Wendell Berry

This was posted on a blog somewhere along the way years ago, and I’ve hung onto it. It does make me ache for Autumn (if the weather weren’t already), but I love it for it’s simplicity. Nature takes it’s course, and the timeframe of trees and mountains (and oceans) is amazingly forgiving – even our short human lives are so resilient. Everything will be. That steadiness… well, I just don’t have words for that – I guess that’s why these poems overwhelm me the way they do.

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