A Sunday Poem – Birdsong

What do the tall trees sayTo the late havocs in the sky?They sigh.The air moves, and they sway.When the breeze on the hillIs still, then they stand still.They wait.They have no fear. Their fateIs faith. BirdsongIs all they've wanted, all along.This Day: Collected & New Sabbath Poems by Wendell Berry An introduction to today's post... Continue Reading →

A Sunday Poem With The Frogs

(the banner picture is not mine, but it felt too perfect to pass up!) Last Thursday, we spent some time at a local pond and walked on a very short trail through the woods. The next morning, I read the following poem in This Day: Collected and New Sabbath Poems: 1980, Poem IV The frog... Continue Reading →

A Sunday Poem – Wendell Berry Again

Last Sunday I shared a poem from Wendell Berry's poetry collection, This Day: Collected and New Sabbath Poems and I'm back today with another one. From 1979, poem XII: To long for what eternity fulfillsIs to forsake the light one has, or willsTo have, and go into the dark, to waitWhat light may come -... Continue Reading →

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