A Sunday Poem – The Way of Love

I spend all week reading a poem or two a day, thinking that I won’t find the perfect one to share on Sunday. And then – it arrives. Just in the knick of time.

I would not have been a poet
except that I have been in love
alive in this mortal world,
or an essayist except that I
have been bewildered and afraid,
or a storyteller had I not heard
stories passing to me through the air,
or a writer at all except
I have been wakeful at night
and words have come to me
out of their deep caves,
needing to be remembered.
But on the days I am lucky
or blessed, I am silent.
I go into the one body
that two make in making marriage
that for all our trying, all
our deaf-and-dumb of speech,
has no tongue. Or I give myself
to gravity, light, and air
and am carried back
to solitary work in fields
and woods, where my hands
rest upon a world unnamed,
complete, unanswerable, and final
as our daily bread and meat.
The way of love leads all ways
to life beyond words, silent
and secret. To serve that triumph
I have done all the rest.

This Day: Collected and New Sabbath Poems, Wendell Berry

I hope you all have the Sunday that’s full of exactly what you need right now. See you again tomorrow.

3 thoughts on “A Sunday Poem – The Way of Love

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  1. what Sarah said 🙂 thank you! at the beginning of our Sunday school class this morning, we read these words from Wendell Berry “What we need is here.” and I was reminded that yes, it’s true. we just need to pay attention to see it. Hope you’re having a restful weekend!

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