Wendell Berry's poem "Thrush Song, Stream Song, Holy Love" begins with speaking images of how these three songs of the title flow to us from the natural world as living grace. And it ends with these lines:
Be still. A man who seems to be
A gardener rises out of the ground,
Stands like a tree, shakes of the dark,
The bluebells opening at his feet,
The light one figured cloth of song.
This is just such a sunny, windy day. The trees seem to stand each as an humble image of God. The dappled, shifting light here in the woods, so busy with leaf and bird, covers me over completely as "one figured cloth of song."
("Thrush Song, Stream Song, Holy Love" by Wendell Berry is published in the book Traveling At Home, Counter Point Press, Berkeley, 1988.)
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