Today's poem is by Wendell Berry. It makes me think of my husband who really needs to go fishing in rivers for the sake of his soul and says that hunting alone in the woods is a great time of worship. :) I love him. Don't understand him, but love him....
The Peace of 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 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:
LOVE that.
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