what we need is here — by wendell berry

what we need is here

by wendell berry

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.