Posted by: Dr Churchill | November 28, 2012

The Peace of Wild Things

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,
who rests in his beauty on the water,
and where 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
In the sad desert of Qatar, we are all desperately working to save the planet — yet we fight at cross purposes…
And we are failing fast even dimming the few hopes we had.
And only the thoughts of wild things — wild things back home — bring me Peace

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