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Sunday, January 11, 2026

Poem: Wendell Berry, "Sabbaths 1999 VI" in Given

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 
That blessed light that yet to us is dark.

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