Sunday 18 December 2016

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 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



the last dark days....


before the  Holydays

( Hollidays )