Pause.

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 new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye,
clear. What we need is here.

Wendell Berry. “What we need is here.”

To walk quietly until the miracle in everything speaks is poetry,
whether we write it down or not.

Mark Nepo