Poetry Friday: Wendell Berry and the Rhythms of Work and Rest

I shared this poem by Wendell Berry back in October of 2014, but I'm sharing it again today because Wendell Berry died this week at 92. I have been so touched reading all the tributes to Wendell Berry. He was loved by people of all ideological persuasions. And as a farmer and a poet, he understood a lot about how the world works and about finding the balance between what we have to make happen with the sweat of our brow and what happens while we are asleep.

 

 

Whatever is Foreseen in Joy

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. 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.

 

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