I Love This Poem

The Real Work
It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.
~ Wendell Berry ~
(Collected Poems)
Flowing stream
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2 Responses to I Love This Poem

  1. LOLETIA MAKLE says:

    Thanks Sammy,



  2. Charlyne Meinhard says:

    I’ve loved streams since I learned as a little girl to claim the calm that hovers over their water in the woods, as it sometimes meanders and sometimes rushes to its next destination. The natural draw for me is to throw in a pine needle or leaf, watching the current carry it along its watery way. The disappointment of seeing the leaf get stuck is overwhelmed by the celebration of accomplishment when it breaks free and is carried again on the water’s surface. Breaking free may come from an upspringing breeze, a larger object that dislodges it, or just the constancy of the water’s force that eventually wears away the barrier. But even today, it seems there is no celebration until after an un-sticking, a barrier overcome, a struggle that was successful.

    May God give us the eyes to see life as He does and the grace to understand His Hand in our lives.
    Thanks for the inspiring poem,
    Charlyne Meinhard

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