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

Jul 13, 2009

All Is Well

Scene of life on a brisk fall morn
Chill in air as the day starts to form
Good beings queued as rows of corn
In the world that continues anorm

Air clear of grief with no sign of pain
Each soul on the days appointed rounds
All is well, all is well, the common refrain
As vivency like a metronome sounds

Echoes the sound of the few unclean
Fitting not the form that was cast
Unheard by the many so serene
Unnoticed, they are simply passed

The bite of the air so crisp and clear
Helps hide what those voices would tell
Laments of sorrow, of pain, of fear
Amongst choruses of All is well
All is well




G - July 2009
Posted by Gooseman at 10:43 AM

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