by Wendell Berry
We travelers, walking to the sun, can't see
Ahead, but looking back the very light
That blinded us shows us the way we came,
Along which blessings now appear, risen
As if from sightlessness to sight, and we,
By blessing brightly lit, keep going toward
The blessed light that yet to us is dark.
from This Day: Collected & New Sabbath Poems by Wendell Berry
Counterpoint, 2013 
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