The Wild Geese
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye,
clear. What we need is here.
by Wendell Berry
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I like your wild photo, a place for geese to rest and fly. xx
Hi Rose, really love your site…hoping to do something similar soon, so then you can have a look and a read.
And thank you so much for the links you sent via mum.
Lots of love, Hannah x