What stood will stand by Wendell Berry

photo by Rebekah Choat

photo by Rebekah Choat

What stood will stand, though all be fallen,
The good return that time has stolen.
Though creatures groan in misery,
Their flesh prefigures liberty
To end travail and bring to birth
Their new perfection in new earth.
At word of that enlivening
Let the trees of the woods all sing
And every field rejoice, let praise
Rise up out of the ground like grass.
What stood, whole in every piecemeal
Thing that stood, will stand though all
Fall — field and woods and all in them
Rejoin the primal Sabbath’s hymn.

~ Wendell Berry

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These times we know much evil…

photo by Rebekah Choat

photo by Rebekah Choat

These times we know much evil, little good
To steady us in faith
And comfort when our losses press
Hard on us…

For we are fallen like the trees, our peace
Broken, and so we must
Love where we cannot trust,
Trust where we cannot know,
And must await the wayward-coming grace
That joins living and dead,
Taking us where we would not go —
Into the boundless dark.

~ Wendell Berry

Vacation Musings

photo by Rebekah Choat

photo by Rebekah Choat

Photo by Rebekah Choat

photo by Rebekah Choat

 

I’m just returned from a week on South Padre Island, my favorite place in all the world.  I had thought I would spend a lot of time writing, or at least reading; but as it turned out, I spent a lot of time just watching the sea and the sky, and collecting shells, and wading, and breathing.

Chris Gonzales and Joel Brotzman

Chris Gonzales and Joel Brotzman

 

It was a week of introductions and reunions and bittersweet memories of those from whom we are parted; a week of new beginnings and relinquishment of old expectations and words from time past whispering into time yet to come.

Camille Rich, Jonathan Brotzman, Rebekah Brotzman Choat

Camille Rich, Jonathan Brotzman, Rebekah Brotzman Choat