Monday, November 18, 2013



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"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,
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 I go and lie down where the wood drake rests 

 in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
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 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.
 
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 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

                       {thank you, kelly}

1 comment:

S. Etole said...

One of my favorite Wendell Berry poems. Your images are striking.