I’ve decided to may Sundays my day off from blogging. Mostly because between church and Downton/Sherlock and my weekend baking adventures, there just isn’t time. I just wanted to give everyone a head’s up on that.
We all need a day of rest, a sabbath. Whether our work is physical or mental or both, our minds and bodies need a break from strain, a chance to relax and to make time for things we love. For me that is church, family, baking, and Sherlock. This is how I typically spend my Sundays.
For Christmas, Lauren gave me a Wendell Berry book, This Day: Collected and New Sabbath Poems. These are poems he wrote on his own days of rest over the past 30+ years. I am slightly obsessed with it and wanted to share one of my favorite poems from 1985.
A gracious Sabbath stood here while they stood
Who gave our rest a haven.
Now fallen, they are given
To labor and distress.
These times we know much evil, little good
To steady us in faith
And comfort when our losses press
Hard on us, and we choose,
In panic o despair or both,
To keep what we will lose.
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,
Take us where we would not go —
Into the boundless dark.
When what was made has been unmade
The Maker comes to HIs work.
Thank you, Lauren!