Wendell Berry–poet, novelist, lover of the land–distills life to its essence, teaching us to value the concrete beauty in the natural world and to question our innumerable ways of wasting days that could be filled with wonder.
His poem, “The Silence,” (click here for full text) wrestles with our love of speech and our need for silence. Berry begins by noting the dissonance caused by his head full of words and the singing of the natural world he’s observing:
In the richness of a fruit-laden season, the poet acknowledges his longing for the “sweetness of speech,” adding that standing before the glory of a golden beech, remaining mute is nearly impossible. Nevertheless, he finds that the world truly lives when speech dies:
God silently speaks through creation: through fruit-laden seasons, golden trees and little sparrows. In a noisy world, I must make room for silent wonder.
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