Manifesto of Resistance
Love is never abstract.
it does not adhere
to the universe
or the planet
or the nation
or the institution
or the profession,
but to the singular sparrows of the street,
the lilies of the field,
“the least of these my bretheren.”
Love is not,
by its own desire,
heroic.
It is heroic
only when compelled to be.
It exists by its willingness
to be anonymous,
humble,
and unrewarded.
The older love becomes,
the more clearly it understands
its involvement in partiality,
imperfection,
suffering,
and mortality.
Even so,
it longs for incarnation.
it can live no longer
by thinking.
–excerpt, essay Word and Flesh by Wendell Berry 1989
