Tuesday, April 10, 2012



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

1 comment:

Lina said...

Ahhhhh. Beautiful. Thanks for this, Sandra. Lovely pic.