Tuesday, November 27, 2012

The closer it gets to the holiday craft fair date, the busier I become.  This means little to no time for writing.  So instead, I'll share a Wendell Berry poem:
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The Peace of the Wild Things
by 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 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.

1 comment:

Teresa Evangeline said...

And, my favorite Wendell Berry poem.... :) Thank you!