Words…

July 28, 2010 § Leave a comment

WHAT WE NEED IS HERE

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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