Traveling Blind
Its a bitter morning, dark and 7 degrees when I last checked. But now the sun illuminates the parking lot, suggesting what lies ahead today will be agreeable. Whatever my mind ruminates upon, there is always a lot more going on.
VI
We travelers, walking to the sun, can’t see
Ahead, but looking back the very light
That blinded us shows us the way we came,
Along which blessing now appear, risen
As from sightlessness to sight, and we,
By blessing brightly lit, keep going forward
That blessed light that yet to us is dark.
Given Poems by Wendell Berry, Sabbaths 1999
And a tune apposite to the wisdom of the poem.
