There is a place where you can go
Where you are quiet,
A place of water and light
On the water. Trees are there,
Leaves and the light
On leaves moved by air.
Birds, singing, move
Among leaves, in leaf shadow.
After many years you have come
To no thoughts of these,
But they are themselves
Your thoughts. There seems to be
Little to say, less and less.
Here they are. Here you are.
Here as though gone.
None of us stays, but in a hush
Where each leaf in the speech
Of leaves is a sufficient syllable
The passing light finds out
Surpassing freedom of its way.
-Wendell Berry
Oh how I love Wendell Berry…thanks for sharing this lovely poem….Wagon Creek??
Thank you!
Once again. Beauty beyond price.