Geese appear high over us, <br />pass, and the sky closes. Abandon, <br />as in love or sleep, holds <br />them to their way, clear <br />in the ancient faith: what we need <br />is here. And we pray, not <br />for new earth or heaven, but to be <br />quiet in heart, and in eye, <br />clear. What we need is here.<br /><br />Wendell Berry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-we-need-is-here/
