March 11, 2013

To My children, Fearing for Them

by Wendell Berry

Terrors are to come. The Earth
is poisoned with narrow lives.
I think of you. What you will

live through, or perish by, eats
at my heart. What have I done? I
need better answers than there are

to the pain of coming to see
what was done in blindness,
loving what I cannot save. Nor,

your eyes turning toward me,
can I wish your lives unmade
though the pain of them is on me.

1 comment:

M├Ągi said...

Yes. Yes. Yes.