A SABBATH MOOD
While I'm on a Wendell Berry kick...here's a poem on Sabbath
Whatever is foreseen in joy
Must be lived out from day to day;
Vision held open in the dark
By our ten thousand days of work.
Harvest will fill the barn; for that
The hand must ache, the face must sweat.
And yet no leaf or grain is filled
By work of ours; the field is tilled
And left to grace. That we may reap,
Great work is done while we’re asleep.
When we work well, a Sabbath mood
Rests on our day, and finds it good.
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