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January 12, 2006

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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3 comments:

  1. isaiahJanuary 12, 2006 9:22 AM

    This is my brother-in-law's favorite poem...and does me a world of good to read it again this afternoon.

    It send me to the Appalachian mountains of Hot Springs, NC where I rest by the ancient waters of the French Broad and inhale the mystic scent of woods and wilderness.

    All is well-

    Thanks for the post M.

    Namaste

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  2. MeredithJanuary 12, 2006 2:59 PM

    I rest by the ancient waters
    of the French Broad -
    by beautiful flowing streams
    sharing my Appalachian home.
    Near these waters I inhale
    mystic scents of woods
    and wilderness,
    and am reminded ~

    All is well.

    ***
    Thank you my dear friend,

    Namaste
    ~M

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  3. JonJanuary 14, 2006 4:11 PM

    So what French broad are resting with, Isaiah? Remember, you're married!

    :-)

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