Thursday, August 25, 2011

The Morning Reading: "Our hair turns white"

by Wendell Berry

The longer we are together
the larger death grows around us.
How many we know by now
who are dead! We, who were young,
now count the cost of having been.
And yet as we know the dead
we grow familiar with the world.
We, who were young and loved each other
ignorantly, now come to know
each other in love, married
by what we have done, as much
as by what we intend. Our hair
turns white with our ripening
as though to fly away in some
coming wind, bearing the seed
of what we know. It was bitter to learn
that we come to death as we come
to love, bitter to face
the just and solving welcome
that death prepares. But that is bitter
only to the ignorant, who pray
it will not happen. Having come
the bitter way to better prayer, we have
the sweetness of ripening. How sweet
to know you by the signs of this world!


discovered on the beauty we love


Lou said...

"the just and solving welcome"

Love that. Thank you.

Anonymous said...

Ah, Wendell Berry....

The photo is beautiful. Absolutely.

the other L

Leightongirl said...


smilingheart said...

yes, the sweetness.

Thanks Lisa

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