We worry. We pray. We look for the silver lining in the darkest sky. We look for the light at the end of a very dark tunnel. We search for peace and harmony.
We worry about our children. We worry about our grandchildren. We worry about those near and dear to us. We worry about our health and well being. What will the future bring?
I would like to share with you a poem by Wendell Berry that may give you some comfort, for a while at least. If you do your own research on Mr. Berry, I think that you will find him interesting, intellectual, and a stimulating activist. Here is his poem about the real wild things called "The Peace of Wild Things":
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.
Used by permission of Counterpoint
Peace be with you.
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