the way I go

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In a mist of light
falling with the rain
I walk this ground
of which dead men
and women I have loved
are part, as they
are part of me. 

In earth,
in blood, in mind,
the dead and living
into each other pass,
as the living pass
in and out of loves
as stepping to a song.

The way I go is
marriage to this place,
grace beyond chance,
love's braided dance
covering the world.


–Wendell Berry
The Wheel

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