The Hidden Singer, by the Farmer-Poet
Wendell Berry was born the first of four children to John Marshall Berry, a lawyer and tobacco farmer, and Virginia Erdman Berry, in Henry County, KY in 1934. Both of his parent’s families had farmed in Henry County, just northeast of Louisville, for at least 5 generations.
He completed a BA and then MA in English from the University of Kentucky in 1958. After studying and working in various places in the United States and Europe, he returned to Henry County, KY in 1965, where he has continued to farm, write, and sometimes teach at the University of Kentucky.
Being about 100 miles from where my dad grew up, an area I got to visit frequently as a child, I can picture the foothills landscape in which the Berry farm is nestled. Wendell claims poet, farmer, writer, activist and academic as his vocation.
I recently ran across this holy poem by him, that I thought I would share with you today. I hope you enjoy.
Grace and Peace,
Pastor Alan
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