Quote of the moment

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: The Peace or the Wild Things

Dec 6, 2008

Pinpoint of Light

Pinpoint of light
In the black of night
The stars themselves extinguished
But for one
A single glint of some distant sun
Specter shadow of existence
Merely a hint
Isolated
Alone in the void of space
A nothing
Without even reference to measure
Discarded and shunned
No longer a part of life
Entered by invite
To dreams once promised
Fantasy to be lived
All denied
In the dark night.



Pinpoint of light
No eyes to see
Nothing for faint rays to illuminate
Out of view
A single soul with no place in space
Ghost of nothing
Lacking even substance
Cast aside
Easier to deny it ever existed
Pretend that never did those thoughts of love live
No reality in those feelings
Merely a dream
Invention of mind
Left without thought
Discarded
Extinguish the light.

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