One of our teachers shared this poem by Wendell Berry in our faculty meeting this morning. It seems so appropriate, as I get huge mounds of student work in today and plan to spend the next few days working and working and working to get it all done. As Berry says, "And yet no leaf or grain is filled/ By work of ours..."
by Wendell 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.
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