by Wendell Berry
Worn to brightness, this
bowl opens outward
to the world, like
the marriage of a pair
we sometimes know.
Filled full, it holds
not greedily. Empty,
it fills with light
that is Heaven's and
it own. It holds
forever for a while.
from This Day: Collected & New Sabbath Poems by Wendell Berry
Counterpoint, 2013
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