Freedom and Permanence
These are the names of Grace
Found in nature by many..
Never-ending change in the midst of
And made of the Permanence...
Happy New Year..!
The Peace of Wild Things
Wendell Berry
Listen
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.
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