A Sabbath Mood Whatever is foreseen in joy Must be lived out from day to day. Vision held open in the dark By our ten thousand days of work. Harvest will fill the barn; for that The hand must ache, the face must sweat. And yet no leaf or grain is filled By work of ours; the field is tilled And left to grace. That we may reap, Great work is done while we’re asleep. When we work well, a Sabbath mood Rests on our day, and finds it good. ~Wendell Berry
Welcome to “Santos Woodcarving Popsicles,” my eclectic blog named after a sign in Chimayo, New Mexico which captivated me when I visited that amazing pilgrimage spot many years ago. You will find musings on scripture, God’s creation, theology, and postings with photography, and occasionally my thoughts on lacrosse. Enjoy!