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
I walked on the beach yesterday morning on a pristine summer day, for the first time in a very long time. It was early morning and the tide was low. Very few people were out. The low tide exposed rocks teeming with sea life—barnacles, mussels, sea anemones and sea stars. I pondered the words, “what we need is here.” And in that moment, I understood. May we find a quietness in our hearts, in the midst of the world’s turmoil. What we need is here.