October 16, 2013

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Whatever is foreseen in joy
Must be lived out from day to day.
Vision held open in the dark
By our ten thousand days of work.
Harvest will fill the barn; for that
The hand must ache, the face must sweat.

And yet no leaf or grain is filled
By work of ours; the field is tilled
And left to grace. That we may reap,
Great work is done while we're asleep.

When we work well, a Sabbath mood
Rests on our day, and finds it good.

-  Wendell Berry, from A Timbered Choir.

I'm reminded, and quite grateful in this, that I can plant the pumpkin, water the pumpkin, peel away the browning leaves, but all of life requires the filling.

In me, the filling comes when I pull the weed and allow for that seeping in of the Spirit.

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