A Poem for Wednesday

“In a single motion the river comes and goes. At times, living beside it, we hardly notice it as it noses calmly along within its bounds like the family pig. But a day comes when it swiftens, darkens, rises, flows over its banks, spreading its mirrors out upon the flat fields of the valley floor, and then it is like God’s love or sorrow, including at last all that had been left out.” –Wendell Berry, Sabbaths 1998, V

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