Offering our nature mandala from the Festival of Faith event last month to the Willamette River. See previous posts for more photos. May we remember that we are interconnected in the web of creation and care for the living earth upon we all dependent. May we have the vision. May it be so.
A
Vision
-Wendell
Berry
If
we will have the wisdom to survive,
to
stand like slow-growing trees
on
a ruined place, renewing, enriching it,
if
we will make our seasons welcome here,
asking
not too much of earth or heaven,
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, birdsong like a canopy.
On
the levels of the hills will be green meadows,
stock
bells in noon shade.
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.
They
will take nothing from the ground they will not return,
whatever
the grief at parting.
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 paradisal dream.
Its
hardship is it possibility.