Credentials - Daniel Berrigan
I would it were possible to state in so few words my errand in the world: quite simply forestalling all inquiry, the oak offers his leaves large handedly. And in winter his integral magnificent order decries, says solemnly who he is in the great thirsting limbs that are all finally one: a return, a permanent river and sea. So the rose is its own credential, a certain unattainable effortless form:wearing its' heart visibly, it gives us he art too: bud, fullness, and fall.