Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Prelude to a harvest

A three-line poem by Wendell Berry, from his collection of Sabbath poems:

The seed is in the ground.
Now may we rest in hope
While darkness does its work.[1]

Don't know why this poem hit me, but it did. Sounds like a prayer for a fertile season. 

[1] Wendell Berry, A Timbered Choir: The Sabbath Poems 1979-1997 (New York: Counterpoint, 1998) p. 131

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