January 2011
10 posts
a. dillard
‘our god shall come’ it says in a psalm for advent, ‘and shall not keep silence; there shall go before him a consuming fire, and a mighty tempest shall be stirred up round about him’…not only does something come if you wait, but it pours over you like a waterfall, like a tidal wave. you wait in all naturalness without expectation or hope, emptied, translucent, and...
like snow. wendell berry.
suppose we did our work
like the snow, quietly, quietly,
leaving nothing out.
