Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
it's hard to go the same way twice.
The life of the going changes
The chances change and make a new way.
Any tree or stone or bird
can be the bud of a new way.
Any tree or stone or bird
can be the bud of a new direction. The
natural correction is to make intent
of accident. To get back before dark
is the art of going." -Wendell Berry, Traveling at Home
Dew
this minute rain downloading from
the sky so slowly and invisibly
you don't know when it came except
at dusk the grass is suddenly wet,
a visitation from the air,
precipitant from spirit world
of whitest incarnation or
reverse transfiguration, herald
of river, swamp and ocean breath
sent heavenward, released to earth
again to water weed and stone,
and shatter rainbows in the sun,
the purest liquid that exists,
too fine to slake our human thirst.
Q: What then is the providence of God?
A: The almighty and everywhere present power of God, whereby as it were, by his hand, he still upholds heaven and earth, with all creatures, and so governs them that herbs and grass, rain and drought, fruitful and barren years, meat and drink, health and sickness, riches and poverty, yea, all things, come not by chance, but by his fatherly hand.-Heidelberg Catechism (1563) Question 27
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