(Three) by Wendell Berry

Honoring my dad today, on the anniversary of his passing, April 9th, 2014.
The following poem by Wendell Berry speaks directly to my heart. My dad loved dogwood trees, and I remember the beautiful pink dogwood tree he planted in the front yard of the home I grew up in.
Missing and loving you, Dad.

(Three) by Wendell Berry

Early in the morning, waling
in a garden in Vancouver
three thousand miles from your grave,
the sky dripping, song
sparrows singing in the borders,
I come suddenly upon
a Japanese dogwood, a tree
you loved, bowed down with bloom.
But what blessedness do I weep?

Wendell Berry, from 'Given'