Wendell Berry

In recent years I have discovered the writings of Wendell Berry. I savor his use of words and connect with his understanding of nature, family and community. The popular term "sense of place" defines much of his writing. Having a similar rural small town background, I can experience his stories and poetry in a very real way.

On this Labor Day I reflect on this offering of Mr. Berry.

Whatever is foreseen in joy
Must be lived out from day to day.
Vision held open in the dark
By our ten thousand days of work.
Harvest will fill the barn; for that
The hand must ache, the face must sweat.

And yet no leaf or grain is filled
By work of ours; the field is tilled
And left to grace. That we may reap,
Great work is done while we're asleep.

When we work well, a Sabbath mood
Rests on our day, and finds it good.