from “Fidelity” by Wendell Berry

She thought it strange and wonderful that she had been given these to love. She thought it a blessing that she had loved them to the limit of her grief at parting with them, and that grief had only deepened and clarified her love. Since her first grief had brought her fully to birth and wakefulness in this world, an unstinting compassion had moved in her, like a live stream flowing deep underground, by which she knew herself and others and the world. It was her truest self, the stream always astir insider her that was at once pity and love, knowledge and faith, forgiveness, grief, ad joy. It made her fearful, and it made her unafraid.

~ from the short story “Fidelity,” published in That Distant Land: The Collected Stories by Wendell Berry

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6 Responses to from “Fidelity” by Wendell Berry

  1. Melissa
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    says:

    Wendell Berry astounds yet again.

  2. Kathleen says:

    What a beautiful selection. Thank you for sharing it with us.