I part the out thrusting branchesand come in beneath
the blessed and the blessing trees.
Though I am silent
there is singing around me.
Though I am dark
there is vision around me.
Though I am heavy
there is flight around me.
Wendell Berry
(From Collected Poems, 1957-1982)
2 comments:
I needed this today. Thank you. :)
just lovely...all of this!
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