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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