Gayety of Stride

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Photo by Joel DeWaard

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It’s the immemorial feelings
I like the best: hunger, thirst,
their satisfaction; work-weariness,
earned rest; the falling again
from loneliness to love;
the green growth the mind takes
from the pastures in March;
the gayety in the stride 
of a good team of Belgian mares
that seems to shudder from me
through all my ancestry.
~Wendell Berry “Goods”

No one can say I haven’t worked hard enough.

Pulling on the tugs, pushing into the yoke that I willingly allowed to weigh me down,

my ancestry birthed me for this hard work weariness.

But they might say I have lost the gayety in my stride, having hit too many rocks and run head-long into stumps.

They might say the joy lies deeper than my plow can reach.

 

 

5 thoughts on “Gayety of Stride

  1. I wish I could give you a warm hug. Your words mean so much to me every day. I pray God’s blessing on you especially today.

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  2. Precious introspection and perfect timing, with your natal day so near.

    (The picture of the Belgian mares is impressive. they are majestic animals.)

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  3. Like the stumps and rocks of life, joy is always there, and always a surprise when our plow turns it up. More joy and fewer stumps this year!

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