Share this postSherman AlexieThe Atheist's LamentCopy linkFacebookEmailNotesMoreThe Atheist's Lamenta Sunday morning poemMay 28, 2023183Share this postSherman AlexieThe Atheist's LamentCopy linkFacebookEmailNotesMore859ShareArticle voiceover1×0:00-0:54Audio playback is not supported on your browser. Please upgrade.Photo by Ben White on UnsplashText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedMy guilt for not going to church weighs on me like a gentle anchor. I think that means, no matter my doubts, that I'm always on the search for what might be sacred.PreviousNext
A walk in the woods is Wendell Berry’s preferred church, so perhaps you can find solace in the pews of the oaks and redwoods.
“Woods”
by Wendell Berry
I part the out thrusting branches
and come in beneath
the blessed and the blessing trees.
Though I am silent
there is singing around me.
Though I am dark
there is vision around me.
Though I am heavy
there is flight around me.
Yes to "gentle anchor"!