Thursday, November 26, 2009


Happy Thanksgiving!

In honor of my favorite holiday, I wanted to share this poem with you.

Wild Geese
by Wendell Berry
Horseback on Sunday morning,
harvest over, we taste persimmon
and wild grape, sharp sweet
of summer's end. In time's maze
over the fall fields, we name names
that went west from here, names
that rest on graves. We open
a persimmon seed to find the tree
that stands in promise,
pale, in the seed's marrow.
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear,
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye
clear. What we need is here.

I hope that you enjoy a feast of gratitude today.


  1. And thank you for that poem. Happy Thanksgiving!

  2. "clear, in the ancient faith: what we need is here."

    Thank you for allowing me to read that line today - and every day -

    Happy Thanksgiving.

  3. thank you for sharing. brought tears to my eyes & appeased my soul. moved it to the top of my to-memorize pile.


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