we name the names that went before...
we name the names that went before…

on this night, as death beckons, we take hold of the poet’s hand,

’tis the time to receive the wisdom of the grave…and be nurtured…body and soul!

The Wild Geese
Horseback on Sunday morning,
harvest over, we taste persimmonIMGP1404 - Version 2
and wild grape, sharp sweet
of summer’s end.  In time’s maze
over the fall fields, we name names
that went west from here, names
that rest on graves.  We open
a persimmon seed to find the tree
that stands in promise,
pale, in the seed’s marrow.
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes.  Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear,
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here.  And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye
clear.  What we need is here.
~ Wendell Berry ~
I Am part of Nurturing Thursday, hosted on Becca Givens’ blog… On Dragonfly Wings and Buttercup Tea…
a sweet treet
 A Sweet Treat

Frequent Contributors to
Nurturing Thursday:

Laurie’s Notes
Jacqueline King
Crowing Crone Joss
Inside the Mind of Isadora
Pocket Perspectives

Hugmamma’s Mind, Body and Soul
Dreaming through the Twilight

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