Etchings in the Sand…

Thoughts and Photos from the Desert…

The Storm…

We lay in our bed as in a tomb

awakened by thunder to the dark

in which our house was one with night,

and then light came

as if the black
 roof of the world had cracked open,

as if the night of all time had broken,

and out our window we glimpsed

the world 
birthwet and shining,

as even
 the sun at noon had never made it shine.

 

Wendell Berry

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