Within true law, everything rises and falls together, inextricably interdependent.
The outlaw’s folly is to imagine this unified whole can be divided.

The cloud is free only
to go with the wind.

The rain is free
only in falling.

The water is free only
in its gathering together,

in its downward courses,
in its rising into the air.

In law is rest
if you love the law,
if you enter, singing, into it
as water in its descent.

Or song is truest law,
and you must enter singing;
it has no other entrance.

It is the great chorus
of parts. The only outlawry
is in division.

Whatever is singing
is found, awaiting the return
of whatever is lost.

Meet us in the air
over the water,
sing the swallows.

Meet me, meet me,
the redbird sings,
here here here here.

By Wendell Berry from Collected Poems, 1957-1982
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A reflection to take into your day:
What does this poem say to you about “living by the law?”  What does it mean to “love the law?”