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
The bulbs I planted in the fall are peeking out.
Great poem in light of all the changes in the earth and all the changes in the economy. We could all find something that we don't control...but to reflect that we need to live this day and let the past and future care for itself. Being our BEST is what is most important...then the picture is complete.
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