Wendell Berry

The following lines from Wendell Berry’s poem The Want of Peace struck me when I read them recently.

We sell the world to buy fire,

our way lighted by burning men,

and that has bent my mind

and made me think of darkness

and wish for the dumb life of roots.

Earth can calm us in times of burning..and roots may be dumb but are particularly beautiful too when weaving thenselves like an undularting lattice work beneath and just above the ground which borders the banks of the lakeside, such as Jasper and I witnessed on our late walk yesterday. Thank God for the refuge of poetry and nature in these challenging times.

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