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….
To Sit and Look at Light-filled LeavesTo 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. –1979 By the seventh day God had finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh day he rested from all his work. 3 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.