A Sabbath Poem

I came across this poem by Wendell Berry today.  It is from his book of poems entitled A Timbered Choir. This is a collection of “Sabbath Poems” which Wendell wrote over a 20-year period of time as he took his Sunday morning “Sabbath” walks through nature.  Read it slowly and, in the words of Wendell Berry, “with more patience than effort.”  Have a wonderful weekend and a peaceful Sabbath rest!

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I go among 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 consternations,
I hear my song at last,
and I sing it. As we sing,
the day turns, the trees move.

2 thoughts on “A Sabbath Poem

    1. Thanks for dropping by, Nancy. I took a look at your blog and I love this phrase you wrote: “…the restoring effect of creation in the cycle of our busy modern life.” So true! Thanks for helping others recognize what you have seen so clearly!

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