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 a new earth or heaven, but to be

quiet in heart, and in eye, 

clear. What we need is here.

  —Wendell Berry

One of our favorite poets, sings the songs of the soil and the earth. It's our honor to share one of his poems with you this Christmas. Be safe, be well, be here

Happy Holidays from SHED