the peace of wild things.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013


When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of 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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendell Berry

8 comments:

  1. That's beautiful.
    xo
    Sarah
    http://afreemindsw.blogspot.com/

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  2. WHERE do you find all these beautiful quotes??

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  3. wendell berry's words always strike a chord in my heart.

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  4. wow, this is so beautifully said x
    - Jianine

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  5. Ah, love this. Have you ever heard Andrew Peterson's song "The Magic Hour?" I think he must have pulled inspiration from these words... Love this photograph too.

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    1. ooh nice connection Catrina! I'm sure he did! =)

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  6. oh my goodness gracious. this is so perfect.

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