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Wendell Berry

Sit and be still
until in the time
of no rain you hear
beneath the dry wind’s
commotion in the trees
the sound of flowing
water among the rocks,
a stream unheard before,
and you are where
breathing is prayer.

— Wendell Berry, “VI: Sabbaths 2001, [Sit and be still],” This Day: New and Collected Sabbath Poems 1979 – 2012. (Counterpoint; 1st edition, October 15, 2013)

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