Quote for Today: Wendell Berry
It was no thought or word that called culture into being, but a tool or a weapon. After the stone axe we needed song and story to remember innocence, to …
It was no thought or word that called culture into being, but a tool or a weapon. After the stone axe we needed song and story to remember innocence, to …
They took my books because my message was love. They took my pen because my words were love. Then they took my voice because my song was love. Soon they’ll …
Here is the soundless cypress on the lawn: It listens, listens. Taller trees beyond Listen. The moon at the unruffled pond Stares. And you sing, you sing. That star-enchanted …
Society encourages us to pursue marketable things at which we excel. Is there value in pursuits that challenge our weaknesses? The weeding and winnowing starts when we are very young. What was …
I am not a finished poem, and I am not the song you’ve turned me into. I am a detached human being, making my way in a world that is …
The primary purpose of prayer is not to make requests. The primary purpose is to praise, to sing, to chant. Because the essence of prayer is a song, and man …
I wouldn’t be surprised if poetry – poetry in the broadest sense, in the sense of a world filled with metaphor, rhyme, and recurring patterns, shapes, and designs – is …
Heart of my heart, the world is young; Love lies hidden in every rose! Every song that the skylark sung Once, we thought, must come to a close: Now we …
She was no longer that woman with blue eyes who once had echoed through the poet’s songs, no longer the wide couch’s scent and island, and that man’s property no …
But when the fairy sang, the whole world listened to him. Stephen felt clouds pause in their passing; he felt sleeping hills shift and murmur; he felt cold mists dance. …
