live with hope

We are all called to be true to our truth regardless of outcome. The challenge is to be in touch with our very soul and facilitate its’ task on this earth. Sometimes we live our truth at great cost to ourselves and end up misunderstood and apparently defeated. To all those who find this their experience, I hope they find great hope and encouragement in the following poem:

A Vision

If we will have the wisdom to survive

To stand like slow-growing trees

On a ruined place, renewing, enriching it

Then a long time after we are dead

The lives our lives prepare will live

Here, their houses strongly placed

Upon the valley sides, fields and gardens

Rich in the windows. The river will run

Clear, as we will never know it,

And over it, birdsong like a canopy….

On the steeps where greed and ignorance cut down

The old forest, an old forest will stand

Its rich leaf-fall drifting on its roots,

The veins of forgotten springs will have opened.

Families will be singing in the fields.

In their voices they will hear a music

Risen out of the ground…..

Memory,

Native to this valley will spread over it

Like a grove, and memory will grow

Into legend, legend into song, song

Into sacrament. The abundance of this place,

The songs of its people and its birds,

Will be health and wisdom and indwelling

Light. This is no paradise dream.

Its hardship is its possibility.

 

Wendell Barry “A Vision”

 

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