A Sabbath Reflection “To long for what can be fulfilled in timeForedooms the body to the use of light,Light into light returning, as the streamOf days flows downward through us into night,And into light and life and time to come.This is the way of death: loss of what mightHave been in what must come to be, light’s sumLost in the having, having to forego.The year drives on toward what it will become.In answer to their names called long agoThe creatures all have risen and repliedYear after year, each toward the distant glowOf its perfection in all, glorified;Have failed. Year after year they all disperseAs the leaves fall, and not to be deniedThe frost falls on the grass as by a curse.The leaves flame, fall, and carry down their lightBy a hard justice in the universeAgainst all fragmentary tings. Their flightSends them downward into the dark, unseenEmpowerment of a universal rightThat brings them back to air and light again,One grand motion, implacable, sublime.The calling of all creatures is designWe long for what can be fulfilled in time,Though death is in the cost. There is a cravingAs in delayed completion of a rhymeTo know what may be had by loss of having,To see what loss of time will make of seedIn earth or womb, dark come to light, the savingOf what was lost in what will come - repaidIn the invisible pattern that will markWhatever of the passing light is madeChoosing the light in which the sun is dark,The stars dark, and all mortal vision blind -That puts us out of thought and out of work,And dark by day, in heart dark, dark in mind,Mistaking for a song our lonely cry,We turn in wrongs of love against our kind;The fall returns. Our deeds and days gone byTake root, bear fruit, are carried on, in faithOr fault, through deaths all mortal things must die,The deaths of time and pain, and death’s own deathIn full-filled light and song, final Sabbath.” — Sabbath Poem XI (1979) Wendell Berry Art & CultureMaggie DanaherAugust 30, 2015 Facebook0 Twitter LinkedIn0 Pinterest0