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Come, Light

12/8/2020

 
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I'm spending a little more time over at the blog on my web design for musicians and creatives site, but wanted to reach out a hand and hope to you. A candle’s still alight... but to even say that now feels drained of meaning — a platitude. May you remain in love’s shelter as much as humanly possible now and in the coming months. I can't wait to be in the music of life with you.

Remembering that it happened once,
We cannot turn away the thought,
As we go out, cold, to our barns
Toward the long night’s end, that we
Ourselves are living in the world
It happened in when it first happened,
at we ourselves, opening a stall
(A latch thrown open countless times
Before), might find them breathing there,
Foreknown: the child in the straw,
the mother kneeling over Him,
the husband standing in belief
He scarcely can believe, in light
at lights them from no source we see,
An April morning’s light, the air
Around them joyful as a choir.
We stand with one hand on the door,
Looking into another world
at is this world, the pale daylight
Coming just as before, our chores
To do, the cattle all awake,
Our own white frozen breath hanging
In front of us; and we are here
As we have never been before,
Sighted as not before, our place
Holy, although we knew it not.

​~ Wendell Berry

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