We had a quiet dinner with friends and neighbors in various states of hopeful disrepair this Easter.
The poet Wendell Berry slipped this word in edgewise...
A MEETING
In a dream I meet
my dead friend. He has,
I know, gone long and far,
and yet he is the same
for the dead are changeless.
They grow no older.
It is I who have changed,
grown strange to what I was.
Yet I, the changed one,
ask: "How you been?"
He grins and looks at me.
"I been eating peaches
off some mighty fine trees."
Wendell Berry, Collected Poems, North Point Press, 12th printing, 2000, page 206
That is why at dinner you always keep your fork because the best is yet to come!
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