Dawn. August 18, 2015.
Wendell Berry, The Wild Rose
Sometimes hidden from me
in daily custom and in trust,
so that I live by you unaware
as by the beating of my heart.
Suddenly you flare in my sight,
a wild rose blooming at the edge
of thicket, grace and light
where yesterday was only shade,
and once again I am blessed, choosing
again what I chose before.
Thank you Mr. Berry… we read this poem today with our students, and it made many of us teachers,
prompt, precise and full of what we know,
(but in our knowing, some of us, softened by what we feel,)
show, in vulnerable glory, our aching tenderness,
our curdles and burdens. It brought us
closer, so much closer, to both our loves.