Thursday, December 13, 2007

Thursday Poem - Woods

I part the out thrusting branches
and come in beneath
the blessed and the blessing trees.
Though I am silent
there is singing around me.
Though I am dark
there is vision around me.
Though I am heavy
there is flight around me.

Wendell Berry
(From Collected Poems, 1957-1982)


Wendi said...

I needed this today. Thank you. :)

Sky said...

just lovely...all of this!