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 5, 2008

Waves

Waves roll ashore with a timeless rhythm
Washing the sand free of the marks
Of men who have passed
Defying our presence, returning to past
Seeming endless, unchanged,
As in origin it was cast



Gentle the wave in rhythm, a calming force
Like the heartbeat of the Earth,
Pulsing steady day and night
Bring forth life,
Washing away life’s loss
Tender and kind to the soul like it’s aware of out plight

Attacking with storms of violence extreme
Pounding the shore as if to erase
All sign of the presence of man
Cleansing attack to purge the blight on the shore
As if a will, to reach up,
To wash away anything it can

The wind in the air,
The breeze that stirs
The breath of all life reaching throughout the world
Carries with it the essence, the seeds of life
An inhale, an exhale,
An exchange spirit in a gentle whirl

The wind, driven by storm, and driving the storm
Cleaning air and bringing
The lifeblood of water on its wings
Eroding over time and it blows unceasing
Bringing renewal as across fields
And over land it sings

The land, a base, a home, a foothold for animal and plant
The dust of those that came before,
The destination of all who come after
Islands within the sea and challengers of the sky
The firmament that is the realm
Of man in pain and in laughter

We live, we dwell, we are born and we die on this land
It is the place of our labors and pains,
Where we share all joy
We shape it and mold it, try to bend it to our will
In the end it is where we return
We are but nature’s toy

This is our world, of water, of air, and of soil
A place to which we are born
For life we are bound
We always seem to dream more, and receive always less
But happiness and pleasure,
When we allow it can be found

I will share this world with you, though sometimes it is hard
Things often are not fair
Together we will try to make it conceal
Our disappointments and pains, our losses, setbacks and failures
As together we share strength and support
So that together we can heal.

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