26 November 2010

wild things

for the most auspicious of holidays - black friday. when I miss home and its hiking and cross-country skiing and general lack of malls and traffic.

the peace of wild things - wendell berry

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.

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