shared on the day of your birth

North Beach between the tides at Point Reyes National Seashore. Robin L. Chandler, 2025

“…..and this, then, 

is the vision of that Heaven of which 

we have heard, where those who love

each other have forgiven each other, 

where, for that, the leaves are green, 

the light a music in the air, 

and all is unentangled,

and all is undismayed.”

Excerpt from Wendell Berry’s poem To My Mother written in 1987 and published online by the Poetry Foundation.