After October's whirlwind posting schedule, it's been a little quieter here, but I'm still around, refereeing monkeys, tackling clutter one pile at a time, and trying to breathe deeply. Sweet mercy.
What We Need Is Here (Wendell Berry)
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.
Heart-quiet? Yes and please. Mr. Berry, as my youngest would say, you are my best.
A blessed weekend to you all. Let us pray to be quiet of heart and clear of sight. What we need is indeed already here.