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
Light touch of hands
Fingers to fingers
A gentle squeeze
A brush that lingers
A passing brush
And nothing more
A soft caress
To the heart bores
Clasping of hands
Silent sharing love
As souls fit together
Like well worn gloves
A rub on the neck
Message the small of back
Relieve tension from the day
So much feeling can touch pack
This is a thing good
This is a truth of life
Something to live for
Where life seems as it should.
G- December 2008
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