Saturday, February 27, 2010

one. more. poem.

i love the work of wendell berry. his words forever resonate with my own thoughts and feelings. enjoy this.

Like The Water
by Wendell Berry

Like the water
of a deep stream,
love is always too much.
We did not make it.
Though we drink till we burst,
we cannot have it all,
or want it all.
In its abundance
it survives our thirst.

In the evening we come down to the shore
to drink our fill,
and sleep,
while it flows
through the regions of the dark.
It does not hold us,
except we keep returning to its rich waters

We enter,
willing to die,
into the commonwealth of its joy.


  1. never read him before. thanks for sharing.

  2. This is beautiful. I'd like to read his other work.