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| Gina Signore |
Woods
I part the out thrusting branches
and come in beneath
the blessed and the blessing trees.
Though I am silent
there is singing around me.
Though I am dark
there is vision around me.
Though I am heavy
there is flight around me.
and come in beneath
the blessed and the blessing trees.
Though I am silent
there is singing around me.
Though I am dark
there is vision around me.
Though I am heavy
there is flight around me.
Wendell Berry
Silence, darkness, heaviness.
Singing, vision, flight.
There is an exchange here that is extraordinary.
How much does nature influence our being?
The movement and sound and light - these change us.
I don't know how, but they do.
