WHAT WE NEED IS HERE
by Wendell Berry from Selected Poems (Counterpoint)
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for a new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye,
clear. What we need is here.
Next year I need to see if I can do a week or two on geese poems. There's something about the image of these birds in particular that makes poets take note. Maybe it's the way a flock of geese often resembles a big check mark scrawled across the sky, as if their presence affirms something about our life on earth that's been written in the heavens-- something we have to pause and ponder to be able to read.
What message is being made clear to you today?
What do you need, that is here?
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