If only I knew where the wood drake rests…

THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS

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

 

In related news, I have two of his books in my Barnes and Noble cart.

But I still don’t know where the wood drake rests.

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2 thoughts on “If only I knew where the wood drake rests…

    • 🙂
      Happy to, oldblack. And I haven’t given up on getting to Sydney some day, and hope to meet you there. I hear you know of a place or three where one might get a decent cup of coffee.

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