We Ate, Grateful

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We turned into the drive,
and gravel flew up from the tires
like sparks from a fire. So much
to be done—the unpacking, the mail
and papers … the grass needed mowing ….
We climbed stiffly out of the car.
The shut-off engine ticked as it cooled.

And then we noticed the pear tree,
the limbs so heavy with fruit
they nearly touched the ground.
We went out to the meadow; our steps
made black holes in the grass;
and we each took a pear,
and ate, and were grateful.
~Jane Kenyon “Coming Home at Twilight in Late Summer”

 

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2 thoughts on “We Ate, Grateful

  1. Lovely. And thus does our Holy Gardener work in our lives… silently, faithfully, producing much fruit — providing that we have been faithful to prepare the soil well….

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