More Lenten Poetry from Wendell Berry

I know for a while again,

the health of self-forgetfulness,

looking out at the sky through

a notch in the valley side,

the black woods wintry on

the hills, small clouds at sunset

passing across. And I know

that this is one of the thresholds

between Earth and Heaven,

from which I may even step

forth from myself and be free.

~ Wendell Berry, Sabbaths 2000