| The Peace of Wild Things When despair grows in me and I wake in the middle of 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 for their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. Wendell Berry . |
I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods. Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup. ~Wendell Berry
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Thursday Thoughts
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I love this.
Still water. What I have been missing.
May you find your peaceful place today and every day.
Beautiful words Michaele...thanks for sharing this with us.
Maura :)
so beautiful...
What a restful, comforting poem. Thank you!
Very pretty. I hope you're doing okay.
Perfect...
Thanks for sharing.
Valerie
Beautiful.
I am always renewed by nature.
I believe the reason we feel at peace around nature is because it is something that God made!
Just stoppin' by to say hey! Take care:@)
Ahhhhhhh.....
Wow~ this was gorgeous!
Peaceful thoughts to you today.
What a lovely poem!
Nice post! I could not agree more.
Peace be with you and yours Michaele.
~~Rain
He nailed it, didn't he! So true, so true. Let's go...
I love the poem. And one would have less brain shrinkage.
I think we all would do well to look at the bigger picture once and a while -- it puts things in perspective. Great advice from Mr. Berry. :)
I liked that. sandie
Thanks I needed that. Beautiful B
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