Sunday, October 11, 2009

The Wild Rose


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Sometimes hidden from me
in daily custom and in trust,
so that I live by you unaware
as by the beating of my heart,
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suddenly you flare in my sight, 
a wild rose blooming at the edge 
of thicket, grace and light
where yesterday was only a shade,
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and once more I am blessed, choosing
again what I chose before.
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~ Wendell Berry


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