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