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Saturday, February 4, 2012

The Peace of Wild Things

(Blue Heron by Isaac Bignell, 1959-1995,
Canadian Cree artist)

“One can live fully only by participating fully in the succession of the generations, in death as well as in life. Some would say (and I am one of them) that we can live fully only by making ourselves as answerable to the claims of eternity as to those of time.”

~ Wendell Berry, born 1934, American poet, farmer, and agrarian writer, from
Life Is a Miracle: An Essay against Modern Superstition


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


Charles Van Gorkom said...

I love the writings of Wendell Berry!

Charles Van Gorkom said...

Your posting today prompted me to write a poem entitled "At The Shrine" I will be posting it soon!
Thank-you again!