When despair for the world grows in me

and I awake at night at the least sound

to 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.

(From The Peace of Wild Things, by Wendell Berry)

 

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Kitty
Kitty
July 15, 2013 19:29

Sad and beautiful at the same time. Thanks for this.

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