The Peace of Wild Things
Wendell Berry
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 the beauty on the water...
and the great heron feeds...
I come into the peace of wild things...
who do not tax their lives with the 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.
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ReplyDeleteHi Steve, Haven't stopped by for a long while. Glad I did today as I enjoyed your wonderful photography. Thanks for sharing. Kind regards, John
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