A small but elegant gate to a meadow path. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
O Thou, far off and here, whole and broken,
Who in necessity and in bounty wait,
Whose truth is light and dark, mute though spoken
By Thy wide grace show me Thy narrow gate.
Wendell Berry
The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry
praying woman (Photo credit: Guppydas)
Teach me work that honors Thy work,
the true economies of goods and words,
to make my arts compatible
with the songs of the local birds.
Teach me the patience beyond work
and, beyond patience, the blest
Sabbath of Thy unresting love
which lights all things and gives rest.
Amen
Wendell Berry
I go among the trees and sit still.
All my stirring becomes quiet around me like water.
My tasks lie in their places
Where I left them, asleep like cattle.
Wendell Berry – I Go Among the Trees and Sit Still
Being in places of great beauty puts everything into perspective for me. It can be hard to get away, but the tasks that seem so important are still there waiting when I get back.
Nothing much has changed at home, but I am different. I am reminded that there is something bigger than me in the world. I am comforted by the vastness of creation that points to the vastness of the Creator.
So thankful for times of rest. How about you?
Betsy
Be still and know that I am God.
Psalm 46:10
Inch worm (Photo credit: glen edelson)
“And the world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles, no matter how long, but only by a spiritual journey, a journey of one inch, very arduous and humbling and joyful, by which we arrive at the ground at our own feet, and learn to be at home.”
― Wendell Berry
Does writing help us along the spiritual journey – the ”arduous, humbling, joyful” journey? Please share.
Pondering,
Laurie and Betsy
