Finding Light On The Parkway, Saturday, April 18, 2020
Posted by David Dawson
Posted on April 18, 2020
Hi, Folks,
Here for this day, with appreciation to Ashley Hamrick and her sister, Heather Mathews for reminding me of it, is a poem by Wendell Berry:
“The Peace of Wild Things”, by Wendell Berry*
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.
Wishing you, for a time, the peace of wild things, free of forethought of grief, and full of rest,
Dave
Dove and Reflection, American River Parkway ©David Dawson, 2020
*You may listen to Wendell Berry recite “The Peace of Wild Things” here: https://www.stitcher.com/podcast/on-being-with-krista-tippett/e/68878825?refid=asa&autoplay=true
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