Rocks in a stream.
Poetry

Our Real Work

by Wendell Berry
It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come…
great blue heron
Poetry

The Peace of Wild Things

by Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the…
lake leaves
Poetry

Sabbaths 1998, VII

by Wendell Berry
(FOR JOHN HAINES)