Thursday, March 29, 2012


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.
— Wendell Berry

As I was blog hopping this morning one of my favorite stops is 'Miss Booshay's' Quiet Life.  She always posts the most wonderful stuff and sometimes the words jump off the page and touch my soul.  
This is one of those pieces.
Thank you Donna.  

I need to go find the wood drake!!

Thanks for stopping by....Linda

1 comment:

  1. That's good, Linda. I love peaceful, quiet time, and I appreciate it more the older I get.


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