100 Seconds 11/22/20

Sharing a well-thumbed poem by Wendell Berry in this time which claws and cloys with our minds.

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 future lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in 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.

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