Sunday, March 13, 2011

peace

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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.


You can read the rest of "The Peace of Wild Things" by Wendell Berry here.