Since college this Wendell Berry poem has been what I reflect on around Easter. I’m hoping to find ways to practice resurrection this season but what come keeps coming to mind is that before things can resurrect - they need to die.
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.
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