Purposive Rambling

the journey is the reward.

The Wild Rose

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“The Wild Rose” is a poem written by Wendell Berry for his wife in 1986.

Sometimes hidden from me
in daily custom and in trust,
so that I live by you unaware
as the beating of my heart,
Suddenly you flare in my sight,
a wild rose blooming at the edge
of thicket, grace and light
where yesterday was only shade,
and once again I am blessed, choosing
again what I chose before.



I came across it in Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird. She is reminded of the poem when thinking about her writing as a person who, “after all these years, still makes sense to me.”

The poem works for me too.

At a conference for aspiring academics on Friday, one of the speakers told us that we had chosen the greatest career. I wholeheartedly agree. But some days it’s easy to take that for granted. When I step back a bit I can see it, though. This is what I am passionate about, what I am good at, and the way that I can make a contribution to the world. I am blessed and I would not change my path if I had to do it over again.


Written by Lisa

February 21, 2009 at 8:25 pm

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