I know I’ve been remiss about posting, but can’t resist sharing one of my favorite poems, quoted by one of my favorite bloggers:
I was tempted to read this whole poem for an Easter sermon. I didn’t, but I don’t know of a better sentiment for Easter week than Berry’s “Practice resurrection.”
Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front
by Wendell Berry
Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace
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