Good afternoon, and
Welcome back for Wendell Wednesday!
Today I am going to share an excerpt from a poem
I love so much, I wrote it on the back of my kitchen cabinet...
And not just any out-of-the-way cabinet. The one with the peanut butter.
So yes, I see it every day.
So do Robin and Jay, but I don't think it quite registers for them yet.
The poem is titled "Planting Trees"
and this is an excerpt of the second half. Enjoy.
from "Planting Trees" by Wendell Berry
...I return to the ground its original music.
It will rise out of the horizon
of the grass, and over the heads
of the weeds, and it will rise over
the horizon of men's heads. As I age
in the world it will rise and spread,
and be for this place horizon
and orison, the voice of its winds.
I have made myself a dream to dream
of its rising, that has gentled my nights.
Let me desire and wish well the life
these trees may live when I
no longer rise in the mornings
to be pleased by the green of them
shining, and their shadows on the ground,
and the sound of the wind in them.
Who knows, you may even want to pull out the Sharpies yourself now.
Join me next week, and in the meantime...
Be well, and enjoy the sunshine!