Wendell Berry
Oh how my whole being loves your Sabbath, Wendell
An act of worship to walk those forest trails
How close you seem to the God of creation
Immersed in what He made
But I have a question
Does God require the absence of humanity
Before He will be seen?
In my forest grow concrete and steel trees,
Straight as arrows, full of people.
Is there any possibility of seeing God in Chicago?
And, Oh, just one last question
Could I come to your church
Or would that ruin the neighborhood?
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