Sabbath Poetry by Wendell Berry

Sabbath Poetry by Wendell Berry

Golden Sabbath Morning
Golden Sabbath Morning

For the past several years, I have taken to reading poetry on Sunday mornings. Wendell Berry’s, A Timbered Choir: Sabbath Poems 1979-1997 are my favorite. Here is one I read this morning, I must share with you….

My Morning Lit Trees
My Morning Lit Trees

To Sit and Look at Light-filled Leaves

To sit and look at light-filled leaves
May let us see, or seem to see,
Far backward as through clearer eyes
To what unsighted hope believes:
The blessed conviviality
That sang Creation’s seventh sunrise,
Time when the Maker’s radiant sight
Made radiant every thing He saw,
And every thing He saw was filled
With perfect joy and life and light.
His perfect pleasure was sole law;
No pleasure had become self-willed.
For all His creatures were His pleasures
And their whole pleasure was to be
What He made them; they sought no gain
Or growth beyond their proper measures,
Nor longed for change or novelty.
The only new thing could be pain.
Royal Offering
Royal Offering
By the seventh day God had finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh day he rested from all his work. Then God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it he rested from all the work of creating that he had done.                                                                     –Genesis 2:2-3

Good Sabbath to you this day! May you experience rest in the knowing of His perfect will and perfect pleasure in you.


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