One faith is bondage. Two
are free. In the trust
of old love, cultivation shows
a dark graceful wilderness
at its heart. Wild
in that wilderness, we roam
the distances of our faith,
safe beyond the bounds
of what we know. O love,
are free. In the trust
of old love, cultivation shows
a dark graceful wilderness
at its heart. Wild
in that wilderness, we roam
the distances of our faith,
safe beyond the bounds
of what we know. O love,
open. Show me
my country. Take me home.
{"A Homecoming", Wendell Berry}
my country. Take me home.
{"A Homecoming", Wendell Berry}
endeavoring to keep the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace. 4 There is one body and one Spirit, just as you were called in one hope of your calling; 5 one Lord, one faith, one baptism;
ReplyDeleteThis is the cutest ever. The poem brought tears to my eyes! So excited for you two!!!!!
ReplyDeleteLove this poem! Thanks for sharing :)
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