The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
— Wendell Berry
A Return to Blogging and Gathering My Thoughts
10 months ago
Another beautifully expressed gem. Nature seems to be the universal healer, doesn't it? We need to get out into nature sometime together. I miss your face.
ReplyDeleteThe grace of the world seems harder and harder to find. Thank goodness for people like you who are intent on finding it and living it.
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