Tuesday, October 25, 2011

what we need

The Wild Geese
by Wendell Berry

Horseback on Sunday morning,
harvest over, we taste persimmon
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.


  1. So often 'What we need is here', yet people chase rainbows looking for, and never finding it.

  2. Amen and so lovely. Thanks for sharing your thoughts today!

  3. Beautifully said and I so agree.

  4. What a joyous harvest romp! Lovely.

  5. I just posted about the lost horses. Hope someone sees something. What an awful thing for someone to do.

  6. Thanks Patti, speaking from past experience...it is awful. I hope they are located soon.