Sabbaths 2001, VI Wendell Berry 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.
To know the dark 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. from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry. © Counterpoint, … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 12/04/2014 – and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings
The Real Work 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 … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/03/2014 – when we no longer know what to do
Sabbaths 2002 III Wendell Berry We come at last to the dark and enter in. We are given bodies newly made out of their absence from one another in the light of the ordinary day. We come to the spaces between ourselves, the narrow doorway, and pass through into the land of the wholly loved. … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 12/04/2013 – we come at last to the dark
Sabbath 1979 I Wendell Berry I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water. My tasks lie in their places where I left them, asleep like cattle. Then what is afraid of me comes and lives a while in my sight. What it fears in me … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/20/2013 – Sabbath 1979 I