Well, I made that recent resolution to blog just about everyday. That gives me about five minutes to get something posted (I’ve had a busy day and just got in from San Angelo, and I have to get up early to go work with Dad), so I’m going to take the easy way out and just post an excellent poem written by Wendell Berry (that happens to already be typed on my computer) for your reading enjoyment. Wendell Berry is one of my top two or three living poets. He’s something else. A true outsider, a radical Christian/farmer/poet, who sees things the rest of us (or at least I) missed. I think that tomorrow I will try to explain something about why I find the poem so meaningful (if I feel like doing so). Anyway, enjoy. And read it closely. It’s just crazy enough to change things.

From Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias….
Listen to carrion—put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts….
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is highest in your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn’t go. Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.