Once again our beloved poets remind us how to carry on in the midst of confusion and grieving. “The impeded stream is the one that sings.”
Our Real Work
It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.
Copyright ©1983 by Wendell Berry, from Standing by Words.
Hear hear, Wendell! The perfect poem at the perfect time for me. Thank you.
Love this! Here’s to perpetually songful bafflement!