Sunday, October 4, 2015

...10.4.15...

 the peace of wild things
wendell berry

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
rest in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
i come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax heir 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.



welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.
robin.

2 comments:

Paula Scott Molokai Girl Studio said...

Always poignant quotes and beautiful images here to just BE with!

Gemma Wiseman said...

'The peace of wild things'- so love that expression. Magical.