Sunday, June 7, 2009


Thrush song, stream song, holy love
That flows through earthly forms and folds,
The song of Heaven's Sabbath fleshed
In throat and ear, in stream and stone,
A grace living here as we live,
Move my mind now to that which holds
Things as they change.
Wendell Berry, from "Sabbath 1982, IV". A Timbered Choir: The Sabbath Poems 1979-1997. New York: Counterpoint. 43.

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