March 3, 2024
Because Sundays are excluded from counting the Lenten days(even though I count them for this blog series so I can keep up with where I am), I offer this Sabbath poem by Wendell Berry and his reminder that “What we need is here.”
Sabbath blessings ~ Rosemary
The Wild Geese
Horseback on Sunday morning,
harvest over, we taste persimmon
and wild grape, sharp sweet
of summer’s end. In time’s maze
over fall fields, we name names
that went west from here, names
that rest on graves. We open
a persimmon seed to find the tree
that stands in promise,
pale, in the seed’s marrow.
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 new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye
clear. What we need is here.
(c) Wendell Berry
Spirit Reflections 
Such a guiding star Wendell Berry is —and flocks of geese, too.
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