VI
Sit and be still
until in the time
of no rain you hear
beneath the dry wind's
commotion in the trees
the sound of flowing
water among the rocks,
a stream unheard before,
and you are where
breathing is prayer.Sabbath 2001, Wendell
Berry
Painting by Carl Larsson
3 comments:
Those words are just beautiful...reminding me of Ted Kooser, but Berry so often brings him to my mind anyway.
The painting is perfect as well. :) Thanks for the quiet post. I needed that more than you can know.
thanks, bonnie
Beautiful...I am sitting still....listening....
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