Friday, January 15, 2021

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
 
 
 
 

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