Tuesday, February 11, 2014

A Poem

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. 

4 comments:

  1. I have a book of Wendell Berry's poetry too, and like his work for the same reasons as you do. I find existing in the current moment hard, as my brain seems to counter-exist in the past! I'm sure it's not, but that photo could have been taken in Wales . . . it looks familiar.

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  2. It is Somerset Jennie. found it in a small file, looking down into a small valley just outside Bath. The problem with poetry it is always easier said than done ;)

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  3. I think a lot of us (including me) would do well to pin this poem up on the wall - it is so true.

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  4. I know I should, worry about the slightest thing....

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