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Sometimes it is difficult for me to slow down when life becomes hectic, even when I know that slow down will provide respite.  I discovered this poem by Wendell Berry a few years ago, and it is an elixir to me…..a literary deep, cleansing breath.

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 –

 

 

 

 

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