Intrinsic Heart

The Beginning of Real Time Almost morning, somewhere along the edge of March, I woke to a moment so still, I heard the ice cracking on the frozen waters of the world. Rising from the valley between night and day,...

  THERE IS NO WORD FOR GOODBYE Sokoya, I said, looking through the net of wrinkles into wise black pools of her eyes. What do you say in Athabascan when you leave each other? What is the word for goodbye?...

By Wendell Berry, excerpted from What Are People For? ~~~~~~~~~~~ Of Love by Mary Oliver I have been in love more times than one, thank the Lord. Sometimes it was lasting whether active or not. Sometimes it was all but...

There is at the back of all our lives an abyss of light, more blinding and unfathomable than any abyss of darkness; and it is the abyss of actuality, of existence, of the fact that things truly are, and that...

SUNSET Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors which it passes to a row of ancient trees. You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you, one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth, leaving you,...

We Grow Accustomed to the Dark We grow accustomed to the Dark — When light is put away — As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp To witness her Goodbye — A Moment — We uncertain step For newness of...