Whatever happens,
those who have learned
to love on another
have made their way
to the lasting world
and will not leave,
what ever happens.
This is the time you'd like to stay
Not a leaf stirs. There is no sound.
The fireflies lift light from the ground.
You've shed the vanities of when
And how and why, for now. And then
The phone rings. You are called away.
~ Wendell Berry
from Given Poems
1 comments:
"...and then the phone rings. You are called away..." Indeed... always called away....
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