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

3 Responses

  1. Elizabeth Matteson

    Magnificent choice of verse, Ann.

    November 9, 2017 at 5:23 pm

  2. Emily

    I’ve been missing you, Ann! I was just thinking about you yesterday, and I wondered how you and your little women are doing. Thank you for posting!

    November 10, 2017 at 6:23 am

  3. Jamie


    November 10, 2017 at 12:34 pm

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