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.
This poem I pinched from misswhistle in America, I have a couple of books by Wendell Berry, perhaps his most famous is the 'Unsettling of America', which I have just pulled out to put on the pile of books I must read again. A farmer devoted to his land, and the use of horses on that land, a pioneer of the 'back to the land' movement.