Sunday, October 26, 2014

About Skies

Traveling all day through Montana, then just into Idaho, and again 
thrilling to the display of skies. 
I thought of Wendell Berry; I don't know why 
and found this short sky poem by him

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.

Wendell Berry

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