Saturday, December 01, 2012


We have got to be freed from this fear of people who are different than us. If you can get past it, you might just find that they have some gifts that you are in need of.

 I go among trees and sit still.
All my stirring becomes quiet
around me like circles on water.
My tasks lie in their places
where I left them, asleep like cattle.

Then what is afraid of me comes
and lives a while in my sight.
What it fears in me leaves me,
and the fear of me leaves it.
It sings, and I hear its song.

 Then what I am afraid of comes.
I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it,
and the fear of it leaves me.
It sings, and I hear its song.

 After days of labor,
mute in my consternations,
I hear my song at last,
 and I sing it. As we sing, the day turns, the trees move.
~ Wendell Berry

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