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Sabbath Day

April 20, 2012

Great Trees

A Poem by Wendell Berry


Slowly, Slowly, they return         

To the small woodland let alone:             

Great trees, out spreading and upright,

Apostles of the living light.          


Patient as stars, they build in air               

Tier after tier a timbered choir, 

Stout beams upholding weightless grace             

Of song, a blessing on this place               


They stand in waiting all around,

Uprisings of their native ground,

Down-comings of the distant light

They are the advent they await.


Receiving sun and giving shade,

Their life’s a benefaction made,

And is a benediction said

Over the living and the dead.


In fall their brightened leaves, released,

Fly down the wind and we are pleased

To walk on radiance, amazed

Oh light come down to earth, be praised!



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