Sometimes hidden from me
in daily custom and in trust,
so that I live by you unaware
as by the beating of my heart
suddenly you flare in my sight,
a wild rose looming at the edge
of thicket, grace and light
where yesterday was only shade,
and once again I am blessed, choosing
again what I chose before.
A few years ago, I came across “The Wild Rose,” a poem Wendell Berry wrote for his wife.
I had never heard of Wendell Berry, but in these ten lines, I found something that resonated deeply with me.
Being a married man, I knew exactly what he was saying. There are moments in the apparent monotony of married life when the beauty of your spouse strikes you unexpectedly like never before.
This poem captured that idea in a powerful—and lovely—way. It’s one of my favorites to this day.
- Nate Huffstutler -