Sunday, May 01, 2011

Sunday Serenity

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

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xoabb

9 comments:

  1. Praying for serenity for all the storm victims. I love that photo and poem.

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  2. Beautiful...I have never heard this before....thank you for sharing it and the gorgeous photo....

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  3. What a beautiful poem. Thank you so much for reproducing it here.

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  4. Beautiful photo and lovely, lovely words!

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  5. totally dig the poem, mom...well done.

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  6. Awesome .. I must find more of Mr Berry's writing

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