Sometimes I knew in all my mind and heart why I had done what I had done, and I welcomed the sacrifice. But there were times too when I lived in a desert and felt no joy and saw no hope and could not remember my old feelings. Then I lived by faith alone, faith… Continue reading Wendell Berry
To go in the dark with a light is to know the light. To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight, and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings, and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings. —Wendell Berry, “To Know the Dark,” Terrapin: Poems (Counterpoint, 2014)
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… Continue reading Wendell Berry
It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go we have come to our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings. —… Continue reading Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the last sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the… Continue reading Wendell Berry
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. — Wendell Berry, from “Wild Geese,” Collected Poems 1957-1982, (North Point Press; 4th edition April 1, 1987) Originally published 1985.
I move in the descent of days from what was dreamed to what remains. — Wendell Berry, from “Boone,” New Collected Poems (Counterpoint Press 2012)