Monday, April 2, 2012



I wish it were possible to state in so
few words my errand in the world; quite simply
forestalling all inquiry, the oak offers his leaves
largehandedly. And in winter his integral magnificent order
decrees, says solemnly who he is
in the great thrusting limbs that are all finally
one: a return, a permanent riverandsea.

So the rose is its own credential, a certain
unattainable effortless form: wearing its heart
visibly, it gives us heart too: bud, fullness and fall.

~ Daniel Berrigan


Donna@Gardens Eye View said...

What a lovely thought provoking poem Sheila!!

PlantPostings said...

Wonderful sentiments, Sheila. You take me to a place of appreciation and wonder regarding nature.