photo by Rebekah Choat

These times we know much evil, little good
To steady us in faith
And comfort when our losses press
Hard on us…

For we are fallen like the trees, our peace
Broken, and so we must
Love where we cannot trust,
Trust where we cannot know,
And must await the wayward-coming grace
That joins living and dead,
Taking us where we would not go —
Into the boundless dark.

~ Wendell Berry