of the broken woods there are
reasons enough, although
we do not know them all
or their pattern, but by reasons
is disorder ordered, and so
we trust and live and love
this place whose belongings we are.
The woodland has no creed
except for the presumptive fact
that the pattern of its breaking
involves also, given time,
the pattern of its healing.
involves also, given time,
the pattern of its healing.
(This Day, p.335)
