Not Made, But Found

My daughter and I run together some mornings of the week, and besides catching up we also like to listen to "The Daily Poem" podcast.

This morning we heard this one by Pulitzer Prize winning Richard Wilbur.  

Wedding Toast

"St. John tells how, at Cana's wedding feast,

The water-pots poured wine in such amount
That by his sober count
There were a hundred gallons at the least.

It made no earthly sense, unless to show
How whatsoever love elects to bless
Brims to a sweet excess
That can without depletion overflow.

Which is to say that what love sees is true;
That this world's fullness is not made but found.
Life hungers to abound
And pour its plenty out for such as you.

Now, if your loves will lend an ear to mine,
I toast you both, good son and dear new daughter.
May you not lack for water,
And may that water smack of Cana's wine."  

My daughter and I both thought it a very sweet poem.   

Part of what this poem is about is making a claim about reality--how in a fundamental way, reality (or God and his world, as shown by Jesus at the wedding) is full of love and blessing and abundance and life that "brims to a sweet excess."  

With that context, this line stuck out to me: "That this world's fullness is not made but found."

One way of looking at the world and our work is that the main task in life is man-handling what we want out of this world.  Squeezing and imposing and "building".  The alternative orientation is the way of this poem--that our main task is mostly figuring out how to best co-operate with reality that is already bursting with life.  

Our approach to farming is with the presumption that "life hungers to abound."  And it is our fundamental job as farmers to facilitate the life that is much bigger than us--we help put the right pieces in the right places at the right time (which is no small task!)--but we don't really "make anything grow."  We can move the animals around the pastures in the right rotation at the right times to make the soil, and plants, and animals happy, but we don't make the sun shine, and we don't crank any gears to make photosynthesis happen, and we don't make the soil microbes work, and we don't wind up the chickens to keep them running.  

In other words, as farmers "This world's fullness is not made but found."  We don't do good work when we aggressively impose our will on the soil, plants, and animals.  We do our best work when we find the abundant ways of nature and life, and in humility, join in collaboration.  

Of course, this poem was not written about farming (ha!), but it is about living and love and how to see the world and ourselves--how it is a sad joke to live in Scrooge-ish grasping dominance, but wonderful to live in the harmony and abundance of collaborating with the nature of reality.  And being a farmer, I couldn't help but hear those thoughts when I heard those lines.  

Our aim is to "find" the abundance in nature's ways, and pass that abundance along to you, our customers, in the form of tasty food that is truly healthy for the land, animals, and community.  

~Jesse Straight