Everyday I ask the loving voice of wisdom, which dwells in our hearts and in this world: “What would you have me know today?” And then I listen. This is what I heard one day, not long ago…
From elsewhere:
“Hear the faint chattering of the songs that are to come.” (Wendell Berry)
From my heart:
No matter the trials of today.
No matter the weariness in the present moment.
No matter, even, the regrets you maybe carry from yesterday, yester-year, yester-life.
The songs that are to come chatter faintly. And have been chattering all along, faintly yet persistently. And will not cease their faint, persistent chattering.
Not until they are sung full-throated by your heart and your actions.
Not until you are an ancestor singing loud your song through the lives of long distant kin.
Put faith in those songs, my love.
And hum along.
