“When despair for the world grows in me...
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty…
I come into the peace of wild things…
I come into the presence of still water…”
From Wendell Berry, “The Peace of Wild Things” Counterpoint Press, 1998
American poet, farmer, lover of Earth
The presence of still water is an offering to turn away, for moments at least, from the dark forces that stretch too far toward my horizons….
….and to share a patience with living, complete, in a corner of the pond, with things of beauty, and to savor what is good in life, what I can draw closer now….
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