Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Saying Grace

Thanksgiving is tomorrow, and I have much to be thankful for as the year winds toward its end and family and friends gather to celebrate the harvest and the bringing forth of bread from the earth.

Here is Wendell Berry on this time of year:

for Gurney Norman, quoting him

The woods is shining this morning.
Red, gold and green, the leaves
lie on the ground, or fall,
or hang full of light in the air still.
Perfect in its rise and in its fall, it takes
the place it has been coming to forever.
It has not hastened here, or lagged.
See how surely it has sought itself,
its roots passing lordly through the earth.
See how without confusion it is
all that it is, and how flawless
its grace is. Running or walking, the way
is the same. Be still. Be still.
“He moves your bones, and the way is clear.”
May your own feast connect you with the beauty and deliciousness of love and life.

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