{"id":207,"date":"2004-07-26T03:45:00","date_gmt":"2004-07-26T03:45:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/eclecticamateur.wordpress.com\/2004\/07\/26\/sabbath-poem"},"modified":"2004-07-26T03:45:00","modified_gmt":"2004-07-26T03:45:00","slug":"sabbath-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.znfrey.com\/blog\/2004\/07\/sabbath-poem.html\/","title":{"rendered":"Sabbath Poem"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>From <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/redirect?tag=zachfrey&amp;path=tg\/detail\/-\/1582430063\/qid%3D1090149419\/sr%3D1-1\">A Timbered Choir: The Sabbath Poems 1979-1997<\/a> by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/redirect?tag=zachfrey&amp;path=search-handle-url\/index%3Dbooks%26field-author%3DBerry%252C%2520Wendell\">Wendell Berry<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><i><br \/>1979: II<\/p>\n<p>Another Sunday morning comes<br \/>And I resume the standing Sabbath<br \/>Of the woods, where the finest blooms<br \/>Of time return, and where no path<\/p>\n<p>Is worn but wears its makers out<br \/>At last, and dissappears in leaves<br \/>Of fallen seasons.  The tracked rut<br \/>Fills and levels; here nothing grieves<\/p>\n<p>In the risen season.  Past life<br \/>Lives in the living.  Resurrection<br \/>Is in the way each maple leaf<br \/>Commemorates its kind, by connection<\/p>\n<p>Outreaching understanding.  What rises<br \/>Rises into comprehension<br \/>And beyond.  Even falling raises<br \/>In praise of light.  What is begun<\/p>\n<p>Is unfinished.  And so the mind<br \/>That comes to rest among the bluebells<br \/>Comes to rest in motion, refined<br \/>By alteration.  The bud swells,<\/p>\n<p>Opens, makes seed, falls, is well,<br \/>Being becoming what it is:<br \/>Miracle and parable<br \/>Exceeding thought, because it is<\/p>\n<p>Immeasurable; the understander<br \/>Encloses understanding, thus<br \/>Darkens the light.  We can stand under<br \/>No ray that is not dimmed by us.<\/p>\n<p>The mind that comes to rest is tended<br \/>In ways that it cannot intend:<br \/>Is borne, preserved, and comprehended<br \/>By what it cannot comprehend.<\/p>\n<p>Your Sabbath, Lord, thus keeps us by<br \/>Your will, not ours.  And it is fit<br \/>Our only choice should be to die<br \/>Into that rest, or out of it.<br \/><\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From A Timbered Choir: The Sabbath Poems 1979-1997 by Wendell Berry: 1979: II Another Sunday morning comesAnd I resume the standing SabbathOf the woods, where the finest bloomsOf time return, and where no path Is worn but wears its makers outAt last, and dissappears in leavesOf fallen seasons. The tracked rutFills and levels; here nothing [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[28],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-207","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2sZgq-3l","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.znfrey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/207","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.znfrey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.znfrey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.znfrey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.znfrey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=207"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.znfrey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/207\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.znfrey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=207"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.znfrey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=207"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.znfrey.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=207"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}