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johnfranklinhay
Wednesday, October 14, 2026
Halloween Draws Near
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Wednesday, September 23, 2026
On the Brink of Autumn
My poem for the beginning of fall
On the brink of autumn,
A hint of chill in the air,
The sun’s setting sooner,
In a few days we’ll be there
Where green turns to golden
And reapers harvest the yield,
Where dry leaves are falling
And flocking fowl arc the fields.
Then we’ll don our jackets
And brace ourselves for the wind
That rustles through branches
And billows our souls again.
Do not shrink back from fall;
Embrace this gilded season
As a grace that descends—
A gift to all from heaven.
It’s time for returning,
For in-bringing and burning,
For heart walks in deep woods,
For distilling, discerning.
What’s muddled becomes clear
And all chaff’s left exposed
As autumn’s sun glows bright
And a harvest moon shines cold.
We may shed pretenses
And travel a lighter way
Our hearts as crisp as leaves
That lift, then sail away.
As we are being turned,
Turn: facing all the changes—
The falling, the cooling,
And the encroaching darkness.
Lean into the season
Lest it overtake your way.
Let your soul be opened;
Relish its gift this fall day.
John Franklin Hay, 2006
Tuesday, September 15, 2026
A Letter to My Children on September 14, 2001
Not knowing what was ahead, I wanted my four kids to know my heart and responses to 9/11
This is the most grave and awesome thing that has occurred in my lifetime. Nothing compares to it. It stretches my senses and challenges what I believe about humanity, evil, good, God, hope, our nation, and the world. It tests my faith and causes me to search my heart. Someday you will better understand what I am trying to express.I have felt fragile since the tragedy, many times this week at the point of tears. I tell myself it is over, that it is distant, and that we need to get on with our normal lives. But I have this lump in my throat and pain in my heart. I hurt for those people who lost loved ones and friends. It is so sad and so senseless.
I am also feeling anger about the tragedy. I feel anger at the terrorists and people who provide a place for them to plan and train for their destructive schemes. Anger is a natural and powerful emotion at such terrible acts that snuff out life—whether one or many. Anger, however, need not be vented as aggression or rage or destruction.
It may sound strange, but at the same time I am also feeling love for the terrorists. For all their meanness and despicable actions, I believe they are still children of God. My faith leads me to this feeling. These must be desperately hurting and angry people to have done something like this. Perhaps it is their own outrage at their own losses, or the loss of people whom they love, that has driven and twisted them.
I do not know why they did this, or why they hate as they do. But I believe that God loves them as God loves each of us. And I know that the Scriptures speak of a Spirit of love that overcomes hate and makes possible a love for one’s enemies. Romans 12:17-21 challenges me: “Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Do not take revenge…but leave room for God’s wrath. On the contrary, if your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink. Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.”
You have seen and heard President Bush and our national leaders call for war against terrorism and vow to retaliate against these terrorists and the governments that harbor them. I have very mixed feelings about this. On the one hand, to act to prevent further acts of terrorism on our soil seems reasonable. So does seeking out and bringing the perpetrators of this crime to justice. On the other hand, to lash out broadly in vengeance with the destruction of lives is contrary to my sense of the Scriptures and of Christianity. And I have reminded myself this week that I am a Christian first and an American second.
I do not believe war is justified simply because leaders call for it or because such a crime has been committed. There are other strong but peaceful ways to see justice prevail. “Seek peace and pursue it” is the prevailing guidance of the Scriptures. Perhaps there are rare situations in which peaceful methods cannot bring resolution to international conflicts. But most often peaceful measures—including sincerely seeking to understand our enemies’ pain and changing our own agitating behaviors—are not given a fair chance.
I am also feeling somewhat afraid in the wake of the tragedies in New York City and Washington, D.C. Fear, too, is a natural response to such attacks. But I am shaping my fears into prayers. I am reminding myself of the constant call of the Word of God: “Do not be afraid. I am with you. I will never leave you or forsake you.” I have found comfort and hope in Psalm 46 this week. Also in hymns like “A Mighty Fortress Is Our God.” In your times of fear, I hope you will find such as these helpful to you, too.
I just wanted you to know my feelings and responses to this tragedy. It is sometimes hard to talk about these things and our feelings about them, but it is important to me to try to convey my feelings and thoughts to you. I do so because I love you very much. I hope for the very best for you and for your future.
Love,
Friday, September 11, 2026
Thoughts in the Presence of Fear
Wendell Berry's 2001 reflections on 9/11. Prophetic then, they are uncannily telling now.
III. The dominant politicians, corporate officers, and investors who believed this proposition did not acknowledge that the prosperity was limited to a tiny percent of the world’s people, and to an ever smaller number of people even in the United States; that it was founded upon the oppressive labor of poor people all over the world; and that its ecological costs increasingly threatened all life, including the lives of the supposedly prosperous.
IV. The “developed” nations had given to the “free market” the status of a god, and were sacrificing to it their farmers, farmlands, and communities, their forests, wetlands, and prairies, their ecosystems and watersheds. They had accepted universal pollution and global warming as normal costs of doing business.
V. There was, as a consequence, a growing worldwide effort on behalf of economic decentralization, economic justice, and ecological responsibility. We must recognize that the events of September 11 make this effort more necessary than ever. We citizens of the industrial countries must continue the labor of self-criticism and self-correction. We must recognize our mistakes.
VI. The paramount doctrine of the economic and technological euphoria of recent decades has been that everything depends on innovation. It was understood as desirable, and even necessary, that we should go on and on from one technological innovation to the next, which would cause the economy to “grow” and make everything better and better. This of course implied at every point a hatred of the past, of all things inherited and free. All things superseded in our progress of innovations, whatever their value might have been, were discounted as of no value at all.
VII. We did not anticipate anything like what has now happened. We did not foresee that all our sequence of innovations might be at once overridden by a greater one: the invention of a new kind of war that would turn our previous innovations against us, discovering and exploiting the debits and the dangers that we had ignored. We never considered the possibility that we might be trapped in the webwork of communication and transport that was supposed to make us free.
VIII. Nor did we foresee that the weaponry and the war science that we marketed and taught to the world would become available, not just to recognized national governments, which possess so uncannily the power to legitimate large-scale violence, but also to “rogue nations”, dissident or fanatical groups and individuals - whose violence, though never worse than that of nations, is judged by the nations to be illegitimate.
IX. We had accepted uncritically the belief that technology is only good; that it cannot serve evil as well as good; that it cannot serve our enemies as well as ourselves; that it cannot be used to destroy what is good, including our homelands and our lives.
X. We had accepted too the corollary belief that an economy (either as a money economy or as a life-support system) that is global in extent, technologically complex, and centralized is invulnerable to terrorism, sabotage, or war, and that it is protectable by “national defense”
XI. We now have a clear, inescapable choice that we must make. We can continue to promote a global economic system of unlimited “free trade” among corporations, held together by long and highly vulnerable lines of communication and supply, but now recognizing that such a system will have to be protected by a hugely expensive police force that will be worldwide, whether maintained by one nation or several or all, and that such a police force will be effective precisely to the extent that it oversways the freedom and privacy of the citizens of every nation.
XII. Or we can promote a decentralized world economy which would have the aim of assuring to every nation and region a local self-sufficiency in life-supporting goods. This would not eliminate international trade, but it would tend toward a trade in surpluses after local needs had been met.
Tuesday, September 1, 2026
In Honor of Wendell Berry
A great one died on August 31st. This is my favorite of his many soul-searching poems
A great one died on August 31st. Wendell Berry captured my imagination throughout my adult years with his Sabbaths poems, piercing essays, and earthy stories. He inspired me with his writing, irked me with his anti-urban bias, and drew me forward and deeper in the pursuit of a rooted life.
A few years back, I rode my bicycle from Columbus, Indiana, to Madison, Indiana, to cross the Ohio River and explore Berry’s home place of Port Royal, Kentucky—the center of his universe and the place and people which shaped him. I treasure that journey.
I’m grateful for him and his readiness (with much reluctance) to share his reflections with all.
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.
So, friends, every day do something
that won't compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millenium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.
Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion - put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn't go. Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.
from The Country of Marriage, 1973, Harcourt Brace Jovanovich
Monday, August 10, 2026
I Have Pedaled
The privilege of bicycle adventures across decades fill me with gratitude
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| Gap of Dunloe, County Kerry, Ireland |
I have bicycled past elite long-distance runners of the Kalenjin tribe training on the roads near Eldoret, Kenya.
I have ridden to far flung 19th-century wooden churches, restored as a collective UNESCO World Heritage Site, on Chiloe island in Chile.
I’ve been chased by a pack of wild dogs (dohls) on a hilltop plateau in central India.
I have ridden solo for days along the Irish coast with mystic Skelig Michael in view.
I’ve glided along rural Dutch canals and navigated Amsterdam’s busy bikeways.
Hell's Gate National Park, Kenya
I’ve pedaled for a week beside the Allegheny and Potomac Rivers to climb the steps of the Lincoln Memorial.
Riding along Highway 1, I’ve taken in the California Pacific coast and stopped a while to watch surfers at Morro Rock.
I’ve climbed West Virginia trails on a mountain bike and rolled along it’s winding, hilly byways on a road bike.
I’ve followed the Mississippi River for a week through Minnesota, Wisconsin and Iowa.
A rural road in India
I rode 100 miles from Chicago to Wisconsin and back one day along Lake Michigan.
These and more fill my mind and warm my heart with gratitude.
And yet, there are many possible bicycle adventures to contemplate.
Glacier, Yosemite, Sequoia, Camino de Santiago, le Alpe d’Huez, the Underground Railroad, Canada to Mexico, Cairo to Capetown, China’s Great Wall, Japan’s hilly byways, Bogota to Caracas, Portland to Baltimore…
Unexplored trailways in Indiana alone could consume the rest of my days.
I dream and I plan and I ride my bicycle wherever the pathways invite me--whether across the city or across the world.
Tuesday, July 28, 2026
Come August
August seems less about doing summer and more about being summer
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