Quote by Wendell Berry

“Sabbaths, 1982—IV (“A gardener rises out of the ground”) Thrush song, stream song, holy love That flows through earthly forms and folds, The song of Heaven’s Sabbath fleshed In throat and ear, in stream and stone, A grace living here as we live, Move my mind now to that which holds Things as they change. The warmth has come. The doors have opened. Flower and song Embroider ground and air, lead me Beside the healing field that waits; Growth, death, and a restoring form Of human use will make it well. But I go on, beyond, higher In the hill’s fold, forget the time I come from and go to, recall This grove left out of all account, A place enclosed in song. Design Now falls from thought. I go amazed Into the maze of a design That mind can follow but not know, Apparent, plain, and yet unknown, The outline lost in earth and sky. What form wakens and rumples this? Be still. A man who seems to be A gardener rises out of the ground, Stands like a tree, shakes off the dark, The bluebells opening at his feet, The light a figured cloth of song.”

Quote by Wendell Berry