Tuesday, March 1, 2022

what we need is here

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. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye
clear. What we need is here.

Wendell Berry
Selected Poems of Wendell Berry 
Photo:  Peter Bowers