bloodteethandflame

“Though I’ve always loved Wendell Berry’s poem “The Peace of Wild Things,” I often lament (at the same time as I understand) its movement away from the human, and one night after reading it I heard these words:

I try to keep hoping.

I keep telling myself that something can be done, something must be done, and it rings and rings in my head when I cannot sleep at night…

Things can be done.

Things must be done.

It’s not going to be easy…

But we must believe that we can do these things.

And then

We must do these things.