Geese appear high over us, pass, and the sky closes. Abandon, as in love or sleep, holds them to their way, clear in the ancient faith: what we need is here. And we pray, not for new earth or heaven, but to be quiet in heart, and in eye, clear. What we need is here.
This poem is very central to the focus and feeling of Mr. Berry's novels and nonfiction, as well as his other poetry. He loves the land and its people, and he always speaks of our proper place in our world...a place of responsibility and conservation, not a world of gluttony and exploitation of resources and other people.