Our Smallness, and the Greatness of Our Love

It's Saturday. Here's a beautiful poem by Wendell Berry:

On summer evenings we sat in the yard,

the house dark, the stars bright overhead.

The laps and arms of the old

held the young.

As we talked we knew

by the dark distances of Heaven’s light

our smallness, and the greatness of our love.

Now from that upland once surrounded

by the horizon of unbroken dark, we

(who were children only a life ago)

see reflected on the clouds the lights

of three cities, as if we offer to the sky

some truth of ours that we are certain of,

as if we will have no light

but our own, and thus make illusory

all the light we have.