Sunday, March 21, 2010

Blessings



Sit and be still
until in the time
of no rain you hear
beneath the dry wind's
commotion in the trees
the sound of flowing
water among the rocks,
a stream unheard before,
and you are where
breathing is prayer.
                                 ~Wendell Berry~

1 comments:

Julia said...

Oh for that kind of peace!

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