My daughter: I hope there’s an animal
somewhere that nobody has ever seen.
And I hope that nobody ever sees it.

Being, whose flesh dissolves
at our glance, knower
of the secret sums and measures,
you are always here,
dwelling in the oldest sycamores,
visiting the faithful springs
when they are dark and the foxes
have crept to their edges.
I have come upon pools
in streams, places overgrown
with the woods’ shadow,
where I knew you had rested,
watching the little fish
hang still in the flow;
as I approached they seemed
particles of your clear mind
disappearing among the rocks
I have waked deep in the woods
In the early morning, sure
That while I slept
Your gaze passed over me.
That we do not know you
is your perfection
and our hope. The darkness
keeps us near you.

~ Wendell Berry, Collected Poems, 1957 – 1982

In light of yesterday’s Life-Line, here are the evocative and provocative lines I love: “That we do not know you / is your perfection / and our hope. The darkness / keeps us near you.”