The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows for 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 dayblind stars,

waiting with their light,

for a time, I rest in the grace of the world,

and am free.

Wendell Berry
The Peace of Wild Things

We Are	Blessing	Ordinary Alleluias
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Music: Meandering Garden

Background by Heikki Luhtala, photos from Webshots

11/02