A Great Word Being Put Together Here
I've been reading a good bit of Wendell Berry's poetry lately. Berry is a novelist, essayist, poet, cultural critic, and environmental activist, whose work inspires me, and humbles me all at once.
I am inspired by Berry's poems because they speak in lofty terms of the beauty of groundedness--of discovering the Spirit at work in the creation and finding yourself in the midst of that discovery.
I am also humbled by his work because it convicts me in ways that are hard to explain, and even harder to feel without being overwhelmed.
Let me explain by way of an example.
In his poem "Meditations in the Spring Rain," Berry reflects how a moment of standing in the rain and watching it fall, leads him to wonder if the powerful feelings he's experiencing are a result of the beauty of the rain, or something moving and stirring within him.
As he stands there it occurs to him that what he's failing to describe all that well is actually indescribable. It is an encounter with the Divine both within him and in the rain itself. He then says:
For I too am perhaps a little mad
standing here wet in the drizzle, listening
to the clashing syllables of the water. Surely
there is a great Word being put together here.