Sunday, October 9, 2011

in time a man disappears

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In time a man disappears
from his lifelong fields, from 
the streams he has walked beside,
from the woods where he sat and waited.
Thinking of this, he seems to 
miss himself in those places
as if always he has been there.
But first he must disappear,
and this he foresees with hope,
with thanks.  Let others come.





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~ Wendell Berry
from Leavings

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