Baffled and Impeded

photo by Josh Scholten

It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.
Wendell Berry  “Real Work”

Who among us knows with certainty each morning
what we are meant to do that day
or where we are to go?
or do we make our best guess by
putting one foot ahead of the other as we were taught
until the day is done and it is time to rest.

For me, I wake baffled each day
that I am allowed
to eavesdrop on heartbeats,
touch tender bellies,
sew up broken skin,
listen to tears.

I wake humbled with commitment
to keep going even when too tired,
to offer care even when rejected.
to keep trying even if impeded.

It is only then I learn that
obstacles slow but cannot stop
the flow of time,
which overflows its banks with
uncertain certainty:
my real work and journey
through life.

May I wade in deep~ listening~ready to sing along.

2 thoughts on “Baffled and Impeded

  1. If you were wondering about my motivation for that essay on commitment in the current edition, Emily, we’ve been talking with a lawyer for a month about getting Connie settled into a nursing home. She hasn’t been able to get in and out of the wheelchair for six weeks or so and our flat bed is giving her pressure sores a run for the money!!! Today, we were told to talk to her doctor on Monday (he’s not in the office on Fridays) and get the ball rolling — first we have her in the hospital for three days at least (may take more), and then we transfer her to a nursing home we’ve already communicated with. Monday will be our 46th anniversary and we’ve known eventually things would come to this, but I’ve REALLY struggled to keep it at bay. THAT struggle is over. When we get some details out of the way, I’m going to my sisters, probably to stay for now on but at least till I get rested up and reasonably healthy. Commitment DOES give us a lot of drive, doesn’t it. Thank you again for touching my heart. Bill

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  2. This is my favorite poem, ever. I have written about it a lot – and recently noted that for someone who adores words, poems, lyrics, and quotations, it is meaningful that these are the only words on the wall of my office. I look at them every single day.

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