Sunday, June 7, 2009

held

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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