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9 Feb: "The Peace of Wild Things" by Wendell Berry

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

2 comments:

  1. When we feel disconnected- we CONNECT, and again, feel one with the life all around us.
    When in doubt, "GO OUTSIDE"!

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  2. Sounds like the poem a few days ago.

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