The Future, by Wendell Berry

For God's sake, be done
with this jabber of "a better world."
What blasphemy! No "futuristic"
twit or child thereof ever
in embodied light will see
a better world than this, though they
foretell inevitably a worse.
Do something! Go cut the weeds
beside the oblivious road. Pick up
the cans and bottles, old tires,
and dead predictions. No future
can be stuffed into this presence
except by being dead. The day is
clear and bright, and overhead
the sun not yet half finished
with his daily praise.

Speaking of not being done with daily praise (I love that phrase, by the way) - I wish I had some pictures of the snow - maybe tomorrow I'll have some for you. If not, I hope to this weekend, because I'll be in Grand Rapids! Love snow!