Poem From “Leavings” by Wendell Berry
Shall we do without hope? Some days there will be none. But now to the dry and dead woods floor they come again, the first flowers of the year, the assembly of the faithful, the beautiful, wholly given to being.
And in this long season of machines and mechanical will there have been small human acts of compassion, acts of care, work flowerlike in selfless loveliness.
Leaving hope to the dark and to a better day, receive these beauties freely given, and give thanks.
—Wendell Berry
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