The Sunday morning silence comes at last.

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Eagle-Lake-Maine-autumn

The sounds of engines leave the air.
The Sunday morning silence comes at last.
At last I know the presence
of the world made without hands,
the creatures that have come to be
out of their absence.
Calls of flicker and jay fill the clear air.
Titmice and chickadees feed
among the green and the dying leaves.
Gratitude for the gifts of all the living
and the unliving,
gratitude which is the greatest gift,
quietest of all,
passes to me through the trees.

~  Wendell Berry, Sabbaths, 2007 XI

Credits:

  • Poem: Thank you Steve @ Anderson Layman’s Blog.
  • Photo from National Geographic. “Autumn’s grandeur spreads across Eagle Lake on Mount Desert Island, one of several coastal islands that make up Acadia National Park in Maine. Eagle Lake, which supplies water to nearby Bar Harbor, is deep, clear, and relatively free of plant life.”

30 thoughts on “The Sunday morning silence comes at last.”

  8. Very good and very beautiful. I love this time of the year. The leaves of a tree seem to put on their makeup and smile as they drop to the ground giving life to others with love.

  11. Beautiful combination of image and poem! Radiates tranquility. Next Sunday, I’ll be at a lake very much like this, off the grid.

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