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.
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.
Wendell Berry
Mike, nice thoughts. Nice sky!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem. Calm and peaceful picture.
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
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kary
thanks for the buttermilk tip...i am doing it
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happy to see you at Farmhouse Kitchen
kary
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Dear Mr. Berry,
ReplyDeleteI couldn't agree more, sir.
I love that sky! ~Lili
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