Inch, yard and foot – All Miracles!

MiraclesWhy, who makes much of a miracle?As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,Or stand under trees in the woods,Or talk by day withContinue reading “Inch, yard and foot – All Miracles!”

“Candle against the wind”

As I promised in my last post, I return to more of Wendell Berry’s Sabbath poems. The poems below can be found in his book Leavings and these Sabbath poems are dated 2005-2008. Berry asks the question, How may a human being come to rest? For all too many of us “rest” does not comeContinue reading ““Candle against the wind””