Sabbaths by Wendell Berry

DSCN0524In the lengthening shadow he has climbed

again to the ridge top and across

to the westward slope to see the ripe

light of autumn in the turning trees,

the twilight he must go by now

that only grace can give. Thus far he keeps the old sectarian piety:

By grace we live. But he can go

no further. Having known the grace

that for so long has kept this world,

haggard as it is, as we have made it,

to keep that gift dwelling among us,

eternally alive in time. This

is the great work, no other, none harder,

none nearer rest or more beautiful.”

-From Sabbaths, 2005, XVII by Wendell Berry

 

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