Tuesday, August 29, 2017

By blessing brightly lit (Wendell Berry)

   We travelers, walking to the sun, 
can’t see ahead, but looking back 
the very light that blinded us 
shows us the way we came, 
along which blessings now appear, 
risen as if from sightlessness to sight, 
and we, by blessing brightly lit, 
keep going toward that blessed light 
that yet to us is dark. 

 --Wendell Berry, Sabbath Poems 

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