We travelers, walking toward the sun, can't see"Given: Poems"
Ahead, but looking back the very light
That blinded us shows us the way we came,
Along which blessing now appear, risen
As if from sightlessness to sight, and we,
By blessing brightly lit, keep going toward
That blessed light that yet to us is dark.
Wendell Berry
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