Practice Ressurection

It is a rare find to discover something written by another which nearly summarizes what I believe but this poem by Mr. Berry does just about that. I cried the first time I read it. Wouldn't it be amazing, dare I say revolutionary, if each day we threw caution to the wind, consciously and deliberately said "No!" to all this world offers that is contrary to Love, to Christ,  and really lived the abundant life? My goodness, we might even change the world. Let's slow down my friends, stuffing our busyness, our futile distractions, our idle thoughts into a forgotten corner, celebrating all God's overabundance of gifts and investing ourselves in the things that moth and rust cannot destroy. A peaceful day to you all. You can click here for more poetry.

For my favorite local farmers who "practice resurrection" every day, Cathy La Frenz, Ed and Katey Geest, Ives Grossman, and friends at Milton Creamery: Thank You. Your efforts are not in vain.

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

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

the flag. Hope to live in that free

republic for which it stands.

Give your approval to all you cannot

understand. Praise ignorance, for what man

has not encountered he has not destroyed.

Ask the questions that have no answers.

Invest in the millenium. Plant sequoias.

Say that your main crop is the forest

that you did not plant,

that you will not live to harvest.

Say that the leaves are harvested

when they have rotted into the mold.

Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.

Put your faith in the two inches of humus

that will build under the trees

every thousand years.

Listen to carrion -- put your ear

close, and hear the faint chattering

of the songs that are to come.

Expect the end of the world. Laugh.

Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful

though you have considered all the facts.

So long as women do not go cheap

for power, please women more than men.

Ask yourself: Will this satisfy

a woman satisfied to bear a child?

Will this disturb the sleep

of a woman near to giving birth?

Go with your love to the fields.

Lie down in the shade. Rest your head

in her lap. Swear allegiance

to what is nighest your thoughts.

As soon as the generals and the politicos

can predict the motions of your mind,

lose it. Leave it as a sign

to mark the false trail, the way

you didn't go.

Be like the fox

who makes more tracks than necessary,

some in the wrong direction.

Practice resurrection.