Grace, for the Autumnal Equinox

To celebrate the Autumnal Equinox I give you "Grace," a seasonal poem by Wendell Berry, read by my very talented brother Matt Burns. You can find more poetry recordings and his beautiful voice at his site SunVolume.

Click here to hear him read "Grace." You can also see the transcription below. Thank you, Matt. Thank you, Wendell.

Grace

The Wood is shining this morning.

Red. Gold and green. The leaves

lie on the ground, or fall,

or hang full of light in the air still.

Perfect in its rise and in its fall, it takes

the place it has been coming to forever.

It has not hastened here, or lagged.

See how surely it has sought itself,

its roots passing lordly through the earth.

See how without confusion it is

all that it is, and how flawless

its grace is.  Running or walking, the way

is the same.  Be still.  Be still.

He moves your bones 

and the way is clear.

~ Wendell Berry