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Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Poem by Wendell Berry

I happened on to this lovely piece by Wendell Berry today and wanted to share.


The Peace of Wild Things

When despair grows in me 
and I wake in the middle of 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 for their light. For a time 
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

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