Sunday, October 11, 2009

The Wild Rose

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