Here where the world is being made,

No human hand required,

A man may come, somewhat afraid

Always, and somewhat tired.`

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For he comes ignorant and alone

From work and worry of

A human place, in soul and bone

The ache of human love;

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He may come and be still, not o

Toward any chosen aim

Or stay for for what he thinks is so.

Setting aside his claim

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On all things fallen in his plight,

His mind may move with leaves,

Wind-shaken, in and out of light.

And live as the light lives.

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And live as the Creation sings

In covert, two clear notes,

And waits; the two clear answerings

Come from distant throats---

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May live a while with light, shaking

In high leaves, or delayed

In halts of song, submit to making,

The shape of what is to come. - Wendell Berry.

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Off-topic? I walked the graveyard in Wendell Berry's neighborhood. The rumor is that the same pioneer who settled in my rural town went to Kentucky. He founded new towns and counties are named after the frontier buckskin moonshine sipper. You can't find every truth in the New York Times. Maybe Ya can find wisdom/prudence in the 'New Yorker' cartoon.

The architecture in the Kentucky villages is similar to our boondocks Mennonite rural sticks. Local history is so interesting and those great discoveries! Ah! Yea!  We People need to find 'our' roots. Be at Home.