Wendell Berry - from Sabbath Poems

4 Nov 2014 3:33 PM | Tim Burnett (Administrator)

[read in the Winter 2014 MBSR class in Bellingham] 

I go among the trees and sit still.

All my stirring becomes quiet
around me like circles on water.

My tasks lie in their places where I left them, asleep like cattle.

Then what is afraid of me comes
and lives a while in my sight.
What it fears in me leaves me,
and the fear of me leaves it.

It sings, and I hear its song.
Then what I am afraid of comes.
I live for a while in its sight.

What I fear in it leaves it,
And the fear of it leaves me.

It sings and I hear its song.

After days of labor,
mute in my costernations,
I hear my song at last,
and I sing it. As we sing,
The day turns, the trees move.

-untitled poem from 1992 (?) section of collection Sabbath Poems.
Berry has a Sunday practice of writing a poem for the Sabbath, mostly written out of doors. 

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