Sabbath Poem VII 2009

For the apparent disorder

of the broken woods there are 

reasons enough, although

we do not know them all 

or their pattern, but by reasons

is disorder ordered, and so 

we trust and live and love

this place whose belongings we are. 

The woodland has no creed

except for the presumptive fact 

that the pattern of its breaking 

involves also, given tie,

the pattern of its healing. 

                              -Wendell Berry