A Poem by Wendell Berry

Blue Heron at dusk - White Horse Lake - Kaibab...

Some major stressors that have consumed my time and energy have kept me away from this blog for a while—and I’ve missed it.   Soon I’ll be blogging more regularly but for now I’d like to post this lovely poem by Wendell Berry.  I especially love the way he brings such a spirit of hope and inner freedom to his poem.  Enjoy!

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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