POETRY TO BEGIN WITH

WHAT WE NEED IS HERE

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