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