What We Need Is Here

Marta, who pays attention to things like the migratory patterns of birds, and the minute seasonal changes in the trees from day to day, posted this poem by Wendell Berry:



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.

-- Wendell Berry