The Wild Rose by Wendell Berry

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 -⁣