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Monday, July 21, 2014

"Ripening"--poem by Wendell Berry 

I could not resist putting up this poem by Wendell Berry, though it seems to have little to do with our topic.  Even as we grieve the loss of many beloved friends, we still often feel the sweet and soft flow of the energies within, reminding us that we live, always, at the heart of mystery, and that even in the midst of pain the divine connection with source exists.


The longer we are together
the larger death grows around us.
How many we know by now
who are dead!  We, who were young,
now count the cost of having been.
And yet as we know the dead
we grow familiar with the world.
We, who were young and loved each other
ignorantly, now come to know
each other in love, married
by what we have done,
as much as by what we intend.
Our hair turns white with our ripening
as though to fly away in some
coming wind, bearing the seed
of what we know.  It was bitter to learn
that we come to death as we come
to love, bitter to face
the just and solving welcome
that death prepares.  But that is bitter
only to the ignorant, who pray
it will not happen.  Having come
the bitter way to better prayer, we have
the sweetness of ripening.  How sweet
to know you by the signs of this world!

- Wendell Berry

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