3 October 2015

When despair for the world grows in me

"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 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