The Hidden Singer...........................

The gods are less 
for their love of praise.
Above and below them all 
is a spirit that needs 
nothing but its own 
wholeness, 
its health and ours.
It has made all things 
by dividing itself.
It will be whole again.
To its joy we come 
together -  the seer 
and the seen, the eater 
and the eaten, the lover 
and the loved.
In our joining it knows
itself. It is with us then,
not as the gods 
whose names crest 
in unearthly fire,
but as a little bird 
hidden in the leaves
who sings quietly 
and waits, 
and sings.

-Wendell Berry

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