The Herb Of Grace

Theology and Poetry, Politics and Prose

Friday, December 5th in the season of Advent December 5, 2008

Filed under: advent — Joel @ 6:55 am

To position ourselves for the life intentional, for the coming of love in the wee babe, is to wait and to race forward, to be in want and to rest content.

Another Sabbath Poem by Wendell Berry

What do the tall trees say
to the late havocs in the sky?
they sigh.
the air moves, and they sway.
when the breeze on the hill
is still, then they stand still.
they wait.
they have no fear.  their fate
is faith.  birdsong
is all they’ve wanted, all along.

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