Tuesday, January 25, 2011

I Go Among Trees and Sit Still

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 I am afraid of comes.
I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it,
And the fear of it leaves me.
It sings, and I hear its song.

~ Wendell Berry

Wendell Berry (1934- )

1 comment:

Dave Spaulding said...

Nice! Quite, solitude, time to reflect. If only I had (or more correctly, took) the time.

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