A Poem by Wendell Berry

I often read fiction and poetry. I read this poem this morning and was moved to share it. I hope you approve.

Published in "A Timbered Choir, the Sabbath Poems 1979-1997" by Wendel Berry

1994, II
Finally will it not be enough,
after much living, after
much love, after much dying
of those you have loved,
to sit on the porch near sundown
with your eyes simply open,
watching the wind shape the clouds
into the shapes of clouds?

Even then you will remember
the history of love, shaped
in the shapes of flesh, ever changing
as the clouds of past, the blessed
yearning of body for body,
unending light.
You will remember, watching
the clouds, the future of love