What do the tall trees say
To the late havocs in the sky?
The air moves, and they sway.
When the breeze on the hill
Is still, then they stand still.
They have no fear. Their fate
Is faith. Birdsong
Is all they’ve wanted, all along.
This Day: Collected & New Sabbath Poems by Wendell Berry
An introduction to today’s post was impossible to write given the difficulties this year just keeps on giving. We will keep moving forward because we must. There is so much to do! And yet, I hope we can all take moments to step out of our sorrow and listen to the birdsong.