Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye
clear. What we need is here.
A favourite poem by Wendell Berry. The tranquillity of this scene by Sarah Jacoby feels a good match.