by Wendell Berry
Come to the window, look out, and see
the valley turning green in remembrance
of all springs past and to come, the woods
perfecting with immortal patience
the leaves that are the work of all of time,
the sycamore whose white limbs shed
the history of a man's life with their old bark,
the river under the morning's breath quivering
like the touched skin of a horse, and you will see
also the shadow cast upon it by fire, the war
that lights its way by burning the earth.
Come to your windows, people of the world,
look out at whatever you see wherever you are,
and you will see dancing upon it that shadow.
You will see that your place, wherever it is,
your house, your garden, your shop, your forest, your farm,
bears the shadow of its destruction by war
which is the economy of greed which is plunder
which is the economy of wrath which is fire.
The Lords of War sell the earth to buy fire,
they sell the water and air of life to buy fire.
They are little men grown great by willingness
to drive whatever exists into its perfect absence.
Their intention to destroy any place is solidly founded
upon their willingness to destroy every place.
Every household of the world is at their mercy,
the households of the farmer and the otter and the owl
are at their mercy. They have no mercy.
Having hate, they can have no mercy.
Their greed is the hatred of mercy.
Their pockets jingle with the small change of the poor.
Their power is their willingness to destroy
everything for knowledge which is money
which is power which is victory
which is ashes sown by the wind.
Leave your windows and go out, people of the world,
go into the streets, go into the fields, go into the woods
and along the streams. Go together, go alone.
Say no to the Lords of War which is Money
which is Fire. Say no by saying yes
to the air, to the earth, to the trees,
yes to the grasses, to the rivers, to the birds
and the animals and every living thing, yes
to the small houses, yes to the children. Yes.
Tonight I am saying yes to the promise of spring, even though our fields and woods are still covered in an icy grayish-white crust. I am saying yes to the rise of sap in the trees, another promise of spring, even though it keeps my husband out till all hours of the night. I am saying yes to two precious babies whose imminent arrivals will be heralded tomorrow, and the mothers who will be blessed and showered, each in their own way. I am saying yes to the hope of peace, even though the world seems to explode with war. I am saying yes to myself, and going to bed in peace with myself.
What are you saying yes to tonight?
PS: The picture above is of last Saturday's magical "Super Moon" as it rose over my friend's field and birthday celebration.
PPS: I'm saying yes to my new computer which arrived this afternoon! Yeah to functional technology!