Last spring I discovered a poet's work in a small store in downtown Chattanooga called The Grapevine. The poet is Wendell Barry, and I love his short verses. Here is a sample:
What I fear most is despair
for the world and us: forever less
of beauty, silence, open air,
gratitude, unbidden happiness,
affection, unegotistical desire.
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The incarnate Word is with us,
is still speaking, is present
always, yet leaves no sign
but everything that is.
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When we convene again
to understand the world,
the first speaker will again
point silently out the window
at the hillside in its season,
sunlit, under the snow,
and we will nod silently,
and silently stand and go.
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